DEIMOS
It wasn’t the first, nor damned to be the last, that his lack of communication skills centered and implored on confusion. The Sword often only said what he believed necessary and certainly understood his discourse, the thoughts, the notions, the sentiments behind it, but that didn’t means felt the same. Measuring over the bewilderment and uncertainty, he roamed back to the particular subject. “I have life drain magic. I cannot be mended by those who possess healing magic.” He made it more point blank – a gesture of understanding endeavors, a witness to its upheaval – nothing touching his burns, nothing to end the smoldering pain in the infirmary by Vai’s enchantments. He’d relied on salve until it healed. As for the other particulars, it’d be slightly alarming if those being drained of their existence couldn’t be assuaged, but he didn’t have any experience on the latter. The things he often attacked were monsters, plants, or something necessitating destruction and torment, forgoing the time he’d trained with Jigano to see if the bard could maintain some sort of shield against the potency – and in those cases, he hadn’t encouraged them to be mended or soothed. The soldier had wanted them to wither, decay, and die. “I am not certain on the other front. I have not examined it.” And still had no intention.
At Loren’s description of unicorns, Zuriel opted to lift her head from the leaves she was munching upon – superior and smug written all over her features. Deimos fought off an eyeroll, only glancing over his shoulder at her with a muted, flattened expression. If unicorns could snicker, she would’ve done just that, sauntering further into the woods, complacent, proud, and conceited.
So instead of venturing further into illusionist lanes and deceptive measures, because they weren’t going to be able to conquer those upheavals and seditious motives for the moment, he dove further into curiosities, into exploits of the last meeting. “What do you summon?” The beast hadn’t seen that sort of magic at work – more or less hastening to the keener, blunter intonations; earth, fire, water, creation, and the darker voids, the bestial abysses. Loren had insinuated his ability to call for mythical beings – which prospered intrigue in his mind simply because the warrior had seen several in his lifetime, across lands, across seas, across skylines. There’d been dragons, hellhounds, kitsunes, and boggarts in Helovia – some as companions, some as barbaric, twisted monsters.
At Loren’s description of unicorns, Zuriel opted to lift her head from the leaves she was munching upon – superior and smug written all over her features. Deimos fought off an eyeroll, only glancing over his shoulder at her with a muted, flattened expression. If unicorns could snicker, she would’ve done just that, sauntering further into the woods, complacent, proud, and conceited.
So instead of venturing further into illusionist lanes and deceptive measures, because they weren’t going to be able to conquer those upheavals and seditious motives for the moment, he dove further into curiosities, into exploits of the last meeting. “What do you summon?” The beast hadn’t seen that sort of magic at work – more or less hastening to the keener, blunter intonations; earth, fire, water, creation, and the darker voids, the bestial abysses. Loren had insinuated his ability to call for mythical beings – which prospered intrigue in his mind simply because the warrior had seen several in his lifetime, across lands, across seas, across skylines. There’d been dragons, hellhounds, kitsunes, and boggarts in Helovia – some as companions, some as barbaric, twisted monsters.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
