HOTARU
The folded leather taps rhythmically against her thigh as she grins back at her brother in arms. "To repel beastly attacks with the crop, and - far less fun - to get someone to switch sides. Loosely defined with what that entails." Of course, considering the deity she'd gone to and her own inclinations, Hotaru has plenty of ideas of her own to accomplish that particular task. Though Deimos surely doesn't want to hear about that.
His assent is anticipated, appreciated. Despite the chaos and darkness of Caido, so few people seem willing to indulge in their based instincts. Even here she is still the equivalent of the monster under the bed, the bloodied maiden luring fools to their watery deaths. Dark, hopeless, distrusted. Deimos is not that way, is happy to bloody his palms beside her, even if it is only the blood of various woodland animals.
They advance upon the gaping maw of the entrance, fearless and ferocious as the warning alarms go off in squeaky, mimicking voices. Hotaru grins and slaps her crop against the walls, sending a few skittering away with angry chitters more befitting their actual species. She continues to strike against the wall as far as she can extend, trying to force one into lunging or leaping across the chasm for Deimos to pluck from the air.
His assent is anticipated, appreciated. Despite the chaos and darkness of Caido, so few people seem willing to indulge in their based instincts. Even here she is still the equivalent of the monster under the bed, the bloodied maiden luring fools to their watery deaths. Dark, hopeless, distrusted. Deimos is not that way, is happy to bloody his palms beside her, even if it is only the blood of various woodland animals.
They advance upon the gaping maw of the entrance, fearless and ferocious as the warning alarms go off in squeaky, mimicking voices. Hotaru grins and slaps her crop against the walls, sending a few skittering away with angry chitters more befitting their actual species. She continues to strike against the wall as far as she can extend, trying to force one into lunging or leaping across the chasm for Deimos to pluck from the air.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
