Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Catching rainbows had never been on Deimos’ initial thoughts – he was much more likely to dive into mischief and antics, while avoiding sentiments of bright hues. Regardless, the mission had been instilled, and even if he took it on begrudgingly, it was a change of pace from worrying about changes in weather patterns, meteor-crash sites, and plants.
Glancing back at Sah as he took long strides across the marked hunter paths of the tundra, he nodded towards where he figured some amount of light could be snagged across the sunlit expanse. “We can try here. Could probably even make one with our water magic if we cannot find anything,” through snow, or a distinct little halo. Just enough to alter some particles, much like when one caught it in the right luminescence while they amused themselves – perhaps by spraying friends. “What would you like to snag them in?” His thoughts had leered more towards something tangible, like nets, but their hands would be suitable too - he’d wait on input from the other Abandoned.
Glancing back at Sah as he took long strides across the marked hunter paths of the tundra, he nodded towards where he figured some amount of light could be snagged across the sunlit expanse. “We can try here. Could probably even make one with our water magic if we cannot find anything,” through snow, or a distinct little halo. Just enough to alter some particles, much like when one caught it in the right luminescence while they amused themselves – perhaps by spraying friends. “What would you like to snag them in?” His thoughts had leered more towards something tangible, like nets, but their hands would be suitable too - he’d wait on input from the other Abandoned.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
