Deimos
Stoic and solid, a merciless force when it came to protecting his kin, the General remained unmoved by attempts at charms, or vague terms. Even with the extraordinary feats mustered, it didn’t describe where the man had come from, or how he’d managed to survive. Just that he had – which was clear as day to any of them.
His eyes went to the frost bite. If he were a trusting individual, he might have met the stranger’s eyes and offered Zuriel’s services. But since those elements of his character were extended to people he knew, respected, and considered close, the notions of the unicorn were not obliged. He was fortunate enough to be within the gates at all.
The flicker of his gaze narrowed, dangerous, at the notions of seeking refuge. Certainly not without instilling some other parameters, which he figured Sah could agree with. There were terms and conditions to be met. Halo had seen enough in the past few years. Clearly unaffected by Isar’s tones, he persisted in his line of questioning. “Where did you come from?” And then, blunt, steadfast, and cool, the nonchalance on his reverberations, on his rumbling vocals, angled straight into the heart of the matter. “Are you a cultist, cannibal, or bandit?”
His eyes went to the frost bite. If he were a trusting individual, he might have met the stranger’s eyes and offered Zuriel’s services. But since those elements of his character were extended to people he knew, respected, and considered close, the notions of the unicorn were not obliged. He was fortunate enough to be within the gates at all.
The flicker of his gaze narrowed, dangerous, at the notions of seeking refuge. Certainly not without instilling some other parameters, which he figured Sah could agree with. There were terms and conditions to be met. Halo had seen enough in the past few years. Clearly unaffected by Isar’s tones, he persisted in his line of questioning. “Where did you come from?” And then, blunt, steadfast, and cool, the nonchalance on his reverberations, on his rumbling vocals, angled straight into the heart of the matter. “Are you a cultist, cannibal, or bandit?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
