[DROP] won't you come see about me?

legends are slippery little things. for the glory that coats them

hides the pain, suffering

It was a frenzy – and before they could even contemplate action upon action, flame and screams and anything else associated with the notions, there was a corresponding shuffle of movement and more chaos. At the first note that the fire’s rampage was tied directly to the deer, potentially to its existence, he sighed, calculations amongst the uncertainty rolling and curling through his mind. Perhaps the action had been taken care of for him in his predilections and scrutiny, bedlam and mayhem striking out over, and before long the luxere was either caught and snagged by others, or likely terrified. The fiend wouldn’t be surprised if there was some other assault from its elemental range after all of this. Zuriel offered some sort of compassionate nicker, but it likely wouldn’t have mattered over all of the other noise and actions.

So he clenched his jaw, aiding where he could, bending his fire manipulation techniques in hopes of smothering the blaze intertwining along the Mathair, intending to avoid more calamity and contortions throughout the Greatwood.

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Deimos tries to control the blaze along the Mathair.

and death that spun them

DEIMOS