DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Amused momentarily at chasing down birds, looping, presiding, diving, and plummeting until vicious descents made his conditions known – likely renderings of joviality clear, tangible, through Attuned adornments, he was mildly disappointed when the flock had been chased away. The beast eventually relinquished the liberation, the freedom, of the air, shifting back into his monolithic form, feathers tucked away, placed back on the earth to further study their next task.
Guards and supplies, rocks and concrete, and another manifestation of support. Understandable, given the potential climate, coming days and seasons where snow and cold would be far more treacherous. But there’d be no need for enchantments or incantations this round, merely strength, brawn, and calculating considerations over where figments were placed. With Loren taking the pouring of the concrete, his hands went for the wooden planks (some faction in the back of his mind, from days where a group of them had dug a damn tunnel underneath the prison). “I can place the planks.”
The beast arched a brow at the note about commemorations, loosening a brief snort at the Firebrand’s response, and then followed after Loren. Zuriel snatched up a few tools in her mouth, intending to be useful, since all she’d done so far was stand and watch, ready to assist when necessary. Once Loren’s efforts were complete, Deimos attempted to manifest his own, repetitive actions rendered with board after board, nail after nail, hammer after hammer, intending for them to be strong, secure, and steady.
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Deimos uses physical strength and tools to place the wooden boards along.
Guards and supplies, rocks and concrete, and another manifestation of support. Understandable, given the potential climate, coming days and seasons where snow and cold would be far more treacherous. But there’d be no need for enchantments or incantations this round, merely strength, brawn, and calculating considerations over where figments were placed. With Loren taking the pouring of the concrete, his hands went for the wooden planks (some faction in the back of his mind, from days where a group of them had dug a damn tunnel underneath the prison). “I can place the planks.”
The beast arched a brow at the note about commemorations, loosening a brief snort at the Firebrand’s response, and then followed after Loren. Zuriel snatched up a few tools in her mouth, intending to be useful, since all she’d done so far was stand and watch, ready to assist when necessary. Once Loren’s efforts were complete, Deimos attempted to manifest his own, repetitive actions rendered with board after board, nail after nail, hammer after hammer, intending for them to be strong, secure, and steady.
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Deimos uses physical strength and tools to place the wooden boards along.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
