[PQ] special shade of red

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Noah’s reasoning was sound, even if Deimos’ shifts would deeply desire to run the beasts to the ground. Illusionary tactics, and his own range of skills, could ensure they went potentially undetected, so with the firm agreements and plans in place, they began orchestrating the maneuvers. There were a combination of things that set the herd on edge though – be it Noah’s tactical stance some space away, or the magical snapping of a branch, multitudes raised their head from the stark grazing, ears flicked, alert, bodies beginning to tense. It wouldn’t take much of anything to send them off on a clambering, panicking display, and then their whole plan would’ve gone awry. Keeping himself low as well, as much as possible, the Sword opted to shift the wind, away from their own scents, until it seemed to pacify the prey momentarily – still wary, still alert. Thereafter, he opted to utilize the elements to their advantage again, prying along fog with Mastered Air, so they were obscured from sight; as if it were all billowing in naturally. -- The herd is on edge! What will you do next? No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace