death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Truth be told, Deimos had always been used to the blunter, more nuanced answers of death and destruction. It’d been common place in Isilme, in Helovia, to broaden kingdoms and ranges with enough violence, vehemence, and vitriol to accomplish the tasks, to break things apart, to render them victorious or vanquished. But in Caido, as he was very, very slowly learning, there were other options.
Around the makeshift shelter were arrays of gods’ works, and while he remained ducked down, while Zuriel attempted to heal Amalia’s leg, there were blinding hues and streaks of vestiges, ethers, that reminded him of the Basin auroras. He could only catch it on the reflections of walls, out of the corners of his eyes. Curiosity was a vibrant, malicious thing coiled in the back of his mind, craving to know exactly what transpired, what occurred, from outside the shelter, but safety kept him grounded, there, until the shrieking, the growling, ceased, and the fire god waved in their direction.
Reappearing, layering and lacquering the ground back to where it had belonged, he blinked at the normalcy. As if nothing had transpired. As if there’d been no monsters. No scales rippling through flesh. He could only shake his head, snort, and wonder what they’d been doing this entire time. “Thank you,” the monolith murmured and uttered towards Tanau, glances continuously sent towards the pool, before crouching down to pick up a remaining scale, the serrated edges carefully placed in his calloused palm.
And with that, there seemed to be naught else – Zuriel gliding after, those mended from the affliction right and whole again – piercing eyes sliding to Amalia for a moment, before nodding to everyone in turn, and hastening back to the mountains.
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Zuriel attempts to heal Amalia, and then Deimos out! Thank you admin!
Around the makeshift shelter were arrays of gods’ works, and while he remained ducked down, while Zuriel attempted to heal Amalia’s leg, there were blinding hues and streaks of vestiges, ethers, that reminded him of the Basin auroras. He could only catch it on the reflections of walls, out of the corners of his eyes. Curiosity was a vibrant, malicious thing coiled in the back of his mind, craving to know exactly what transpired, what occurred, from outside the shelter, but safety kept him grounded, there, until the shrieking, the growling, ceased, and the fire god waved in their direction.
Reappearing, layering and lacquering the ground back to where it had belonged, he blinked at the normalcy. As if nothing had transpired. As if there’d been no monsters. No scales rippling through flesh. He could only shake his head, snort, and wonder what they’d been doing this entire time. “Thank you,” the monolith murmured and uttered towards Tanau, glances continuously sent towards the pool, before crouching down to pick up a remaining scale, the serrated edges carefully placed in his calloused palm.
And with that, there seemed to be naught else – Zuriel gliding after, those mended from the affliction right and whole again – piercing eyes sliding to Amalia for a moment, before nodding to everyone in turn, and hastening back to the mountains.
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Zuriel attempts to heal Amalia, and then Deimos out! Thank you admin!
DEIMOS
