DEIMOS
He expected Sunjata to disappear – because he knew his capability of intimidation, had used it a majority of his multiple lives. Either the man was far more foolish than Deimos realized, or the ineptitude ran impossibly deep, fathoms of blinding stupidity and recklessness. Today was either going to be an exercise in control and composure, or a release of vexation, irritation, and contempt. The Sword had impeccable command and mastery over his soul, over his emotions, but the Reaper tendencies pooled into his entity too – the need to unfurl dominion, punishment for the sins, for the mistakes, for the errors causing others to die.
As Sunjata ventured into his southwest direction, into the crawling woods, the copses grew thicker, more wild, more savage, old deer trails crossing over one another, leading to vibrant streams. Which, in the end, served him well – a herd of the animals, seven or more, all a different range of ages, remained collected by small pools and puddles, feasting on the greenery. If Sunjata was quiet, he might be able to pick out a particular one for his prey.
Whatever you can find he mentioned towards Rance, the only one he didn’t know. The General wasn’t particularly picky, and whatever they could find, they could keep and snag for themselves. Jigano answered the other inquiry, so Deimos resided back into his stoic silence. For Rance’s efforts, flying along branches and boughs to the east left him with nothing – a few flicks of squirrel tails launching or diving into holes, but otherwise naught of note for him to chase.
Jigano’s acknowledgment of prior proclamations caused the heaviest of sighs to flicker through his massive frame. Yes. He would tell. Not here, not now. The Sage could have his suspicions until later ventures – wasn’t going to voice them in these moments, when their concentration should’ve been on other things. Jigano’s direction, southern, prospered success as well, coasting over a group of pheasants happily pecking at the ground, searching for insects, none the wiser that a predator lurked from above.
As Oliver headed in an opposing direction from the rest, he’d encounter several hanging snakes, normally camouflaged amongst the branches, likely doing their own share of hunting. Would they be sufficient enough to be meal consideration – or should he venture on, and find something else?
And Deimos hunted Sunjata.
Taking to the skies, shifting into eagle form, he remained silent, vigilant, his sharpened gaze honed in on the obsidian panther form. He followed, unwinding, gliding quietly amongst leaves and fronds, landing, waiting to see what the feline form did next, carefully biding his time, his opportunity.
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Sunjata has found a herd of deer!
Rance has unfortunately found nothing!
Jigano has found a group of pheasants!
Oliver has found some hanging snakes!
What will you do next? You may ask for assistance in taking down animals, or try to snag them yourself! No post order!
As Sunjata ventured into his southwest direction, into the crawling woods, the copses grew thicker, more wild, more savage, old deer trails crossing over one another, leading to vibrant streams. Which, in the end, served him well – a herd of the animals, seven or more, all a different range of ages, remained collected by small pools and puddles, feasting on the greenery. If Sunjata was quiet, he might be able to pick out a particular one for his prey.
Whatever you can find he mentioned towards Rance, the only one he didn’t know. The General wasn’t particularly picky, and whatever they could find, they could keep and snag for themselves. Jigano answered the other inquiry, so Deimos resided back into his stoic silence. For Rance’s efforts, flying along branches and boughs to the east left him with nothing – a few flicks of squirrel tails launching or diving into holes, but otherwise naught of note for him to chase.
Jigano’s acknowledgment of prior proclamations caused the heaviest of sighs to flicker through his massive frame. Yes. He would tell. Not here, not now. The Sage could have his suspicions until later ventures – wasn’t going to voice them in these moments, when their concentration should’ve been on other things. Jigano’s direction, southern, prospered success as well, coasting over a group of pheasants happily pecking at the ground, searching for insects, none the wiser that a predator lurked from above.
As Oliver headed in an opposing direction from the rest, he’d encounter several hanging snakes, normally camouflaged amongst the branches, likely doing their own share of hunting. Would they be sufficient enough to be meal consideration – or should he venture on, and find something else?
And Deimos hunted Sunjata.
Taking to the skies, shifting into eagle form, he remained silent, vigilant, his sharpened gaze honed in on the obsidian panther form. He followed, unwinding, gliding quietly amongst leaves and fronds, landing, waiting to see what the feline form did next, carefully biding his time, his opportunity.
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Sunjata has found a herd of deer!
What will you do next? You may ask for assistance in taking down animals, or try to snag them yourself! No post order!
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
