Deimos
The Sword fought off another eyeroll, uncertain why Neron was even bothering to play such a game, the lies warm against his chest again; a sigh unfurling instead. But before anymore could be uttered from the General, Noah’s insinuations and accusations were there – so much that Deimos found his head tilting, eyes widening, in as much surprise he’d permit, allow, in the Hailstorm’s presence.
And when no myths, no half-truths, no falsehoods pressed from the amulet, the length of his piercing stare slanted right back to Neron.
Now they were murdering their own allies?
There was no time for the incantations of his magic to press and swarm the accused before he was gone – though the temptation of a blazing fire had been very, very close to plunging from the surface of his skin anyway. “Well, that was a treat.” Dry and facetious, his tones rumbled back towards Noah as his soldiers began to talk and converse behind them. “Care to enlighten me further?” Pausing, staring out along the Citadel, his jaw clenched, uncertain where the root of his anger was beginning to brew. In many directions, perhaps, all stemming from the same source. “And if all of this is true, I advise you to send something out to the leaders. Though, I doubt the Grounds will do anything about it.” he shrugged. It would at least show their complacency. “We can post something on our notice boards too, so the citizens are aware.”
There were the other questions thereafter too – but he’d wait for an explanation.
And when no myths, no half-truths, no falsehoods pressed from the amulet, the length of his piercing stare slanted right back to Neron.
Now they were murdering their own allies?
There was no time for the incantations of his magic to press and swarm the accused before he was gone – though the temptation of a blazing fire had been very, very close to plunging from the surface of his skin anyway. “Well, that was a treat.” Dry and facetious, his tones rumbled back towards Noah as his soldiers began to talk and converse behind them. “Care to enlighten me further?” Pausing, staring out along the Citadel, his jaw clenched, uncertain where the root of his anger was beginning to brew. In many directions, perhaps, all stemming from the same source. “And if all of this is true, I advise you to send something out to the leaders. Though, I doubt the Grounds will do anything about it.” he shrugged. It would at least show their complacency. “We can post something on our notice boards too, so the citizens are aware.”
There were the other questions thereafter too – but he’d wait for an explanation.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
