DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
A truly volunteered militia was clearly hard to come by – the wake of circumstances surrounding prior rulers and their overarching demands. What was natural to Deimos as breathing air, others avoided. He wouldn’t fault them for it. He’d been trained and ingrained and numbed by the barbarity of battle long before; and for those who’d never felt the taste of war along their bones, their teeth, their flesh, they’d be hard pressed to assimilate and bind themselves into formations of destruction and mayhem. The beast thrived in, on, chaos and invasions, on tactics and machinations, and perhaps, perhaps, when the world cleared itself of their horrific pestilences and learned to thrive again, they could be useful. Or useless, as it were – if peace somehow maintained itself, and they found themselves without a purpose. The warrior wasn’t certain where he fell in those lines.He glanced to Ronin on Wessex’s first account, a feral sigh withheld, swallowing down the other nuances of not just the King, but all the others afflicted. Defend the Hollowed Grounds was simplistic enough, except when they didn’t know what chiseled and sculpted from monstrous means, or anything else in Long Night’s approach. There were other considerations to abide by, but perhaps they didn’t truly matter now, not with a myriad of intervals scattering them in all directions.
Under your instruction, finding ways to work together sounded so bizarre to him, and not at the same time, because he’d done it once, twice, and could certainly try to assemble them again: uniting for a common front. He had no qualms with Ascended, Abandoned, Attuned, or Accepted, either admonishing or admiring them as individuals, how they could assist, how they could manage. “Perhaps we should focus on Long Night defenses for now.” The warrior’s gaze swung over from King, Loren, and to the Queen. “Especially in assisting newcomers who have yet to experience such an event.” Or they could try to recruit to their cause in the meantime, with most inhabitants having something they wanted, or were willing, to fight for. Just not forced into it. Minute and inconsequential they might’ve been for the moment, but they could root and insinuate themselves into something greater, given if they were successful or not in their upcoming ventures.
