remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Fields of flowers underneath stark ivory snow, of unicorns in the backdrop, of calm, placating, serene sanctions probably weren’t seen as the optimal position for training – but this was a shelter, a home, for the time being, and Deimos sought to make use of it. Great strides brought him closer to other sanctums, where the press of barrows rose like hills, and they were covered on both sides in an inlet, a valley, of precipices and peace. From those proportions, the beast began to form miniature effigies and targets – the last ones he’d made for Seren’s might no longer in existence. Separated by certain distances, measured off with a calculating mind, orchestrated and designed to represent the adversaries and enemies of their current depictions. Gazing upon them, rendering their damned and doomed livelihoods justifiable, he considered and weighed out several options. Amidst the gathering of his things, and companions rustling through the snow, the quiver he’d made for Noah sat alongside, bundled up nicely so it wouldn’t be marred or damaged by anyone’s antics. A note had been sent (placed upon the door) of the Sentinel by way of invitation, pondering if the other man would even be in the right frame of mind.
Shrugging his shoulders, and uncertain when the hunter would be coming, the Sword began his own acts of precision. Instigating the incantations pulsing, pervading, through his blood, the water resounded, laid claim to the ether – spouting outwards with infernal ease. Quickly, efficiently, he notched the cascade into icicles and shards, sending them outright into the first target, waiting for them to pierce and devastate.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
