DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
So this had been a portion to Safrin’s warning – flares of crimson smoke, soaked into his eyes, his fur, tail pulled (and he might’ve growled, unbidden, before the air was cleared), before the stillness, before the clamor, before the roar of decadence. His eyes narrowed, immediately suspicious, untrusting, mind churning back to the goddess’ knowledge: one of the ice genies, meant to be roaming, appearing to help creatures out, for a price.
His eyes ghosted over the gathered, and roamed closer to Hotaru, settling and sitting nearby, protective emblems and banners while he pondered over how to correlate an answer. Did he have a wish? And what was the risk immersed within it? What was the cost? He’d once owed Arduinna a favor, and it hadn’t come to fruition – not after the blight, when she’s sacrificed herself for the greater good. Did such things have little worth here, naught but words and phrases, or there was truly more, and he’s simply yet to experience it? The other option gave him pause too – because what was the worth in granting something to the genie? Hadn’t he done the same for so many here? The beast breathed, pondered, calculated, and ascertained, entertained the mess of decisions and ultimatums. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, he could get a measure, a means, to the lengths in which the unknown would go. You may ask a boon of me. Or maybe it would be further foolishness, a daring employ Rexanna had asked him not to keep immersing himself within. Either way, he might have already erred by being here at all.
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Gives a wish to the genie!
His eyes ghosted over the gathered, and roamed closer to Hotaru, settling and sitting nearby, protective emblems and banners while he pondered over how to correlate an answer. Did he have a wish? And what was the risk immersed within it? What was the cost? He’d once owed Arduinna a favor, and it hadn’t come to fruition – not after the blight, when she’s sacrificed herself for the greater good. Did such things have little worth here, naught but words and phrases, or there was truly more, and he’s simply yet to experience it? The other option gave him pause too – because what was the worth in granting something to the genie? Hadn’t he done the same for so many here? The beast breathed, pondered, calculated, and ascertained, entertained the mess of decisions and ultimatums. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, he could get a measure, a means, to the lengths in which the unknown would go. You may ask a boon of me. Or maybe it would be further foolishness, a daring employ Rexanna had asked him not to keep immersing himself within. Either way, he might have already erred by being here at all.
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Gives a wish to the genie!
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
