[PQ] Deck the Halls

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Deimos arched his brow at the potential collection of names and qualities amongst their assembled, shaking his head at the notions, parting a snort along his tiger intervals, the coil of claws. After his initial amusement and tidings into the canvas, he ceased some contortion of menace and melee, settling some other adorned claw marks of likely, other creatures nestled in the corners, as if they were hidden, concealed, requiring clues and sleuthing properties to find them. Unaware he hadn’t followed any of Jigano’s directions (and frankly, in all his diversion and entertainment, fur now coated in an assemblage of spots, dribbles, and stains, he likely wouldn't have cared), the beast was content to place a few more distinct layers of monsters and brutality, before his glance caught the counter’s manifestations, the tasks moving and maneuvering on. Riddles. He resumed his feline prowess, prowling along the canvas while he contemplated the art and designation of something not even remotely violent, vindictive, or vicious. New territory brandished and explored, his mind churning, before giving over anything along the attuned bond. ”Light as a feather, there is nothing in it, but the strongest man cannot hold it much longer than a minute.” Then he brooded and brewed some more, pondering and prevailing into harder depths, maybe to make this one actually Caido related. ”What recalls but has no mind?” Maybe that would be enough. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate