[PQ] special shade of red

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With plans in motion – including moving, gutting, and future intentions of bringing them to Noah’s lodges – they moved with precision. Deimos’ hunting knife glided through pelt, fur, flesh, and sinew rapidly, and the demigod’s did the same, well practiced and well versed, as Alys surveyed the surroundings, ensuring nothing was coming their way. The scent of blood would be something enticing for any other predators, especially that ursur left behind, and before long, they were finished with what they needed to do for the moment. “We can head out,” he noted, pulling at the sled, and that was exactly what they did. Heading for home, more food for the Citadel in tow. {FIN} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace