DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Apparently pride and being successful caused Oliver to become insatiably chatty. Deimos continued to move towards the barracks again, smothering down a multitude of responses that ranged from being rude or nonchalant, finally fixating and settling on It is convenient. Truth be told, the attuned bond had been one of the reasons he’d gone to Safrin to gain shifting abilities; capable of forming words simply from one’s mind, no release of anything else, had been a relief. He’d used it for talking and conversing amongst subjects no one else should’ve heard, for dangerous quests, and for unveiling things he wouldn’t normally say out loud.
Fighting he managed before rumbling right back to the sanction they’d started within, placing his acquired turkey along the steps into the barracks, to be collected and plucked later. Presuming Oliver would do the same, he turned and twisted towards the middle of the training area, one of the larger, open spaces, no targets, no goals, no catapults placed there. Simply for combative purposes, to unleash, unfurl, unveil. There he stood and waited, a curious tilt to his head, pondering if Oliver would accept the invitation for a spar.
Fighting he managed before rumbling right back to the sanction they’d started within, placing his acquired turkey along the steps into the barracks, to be collected and plucked later. Presuming Oliver would do the same, he turned and twisted towards the middle of the training area, one of the larger, open spaces, no targets, no goals, no catapults placed there. Simply for combative purposes, to unleash, unfurl, unveil. There he stood and waited, a curious tilt to his head, pondering if Oliver would accept the invitation for a spar.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
