DEIMOS
Free will was something he’d always strived for, melded into his bones, faith for his own efforts, machinations, and mechanics lodged into his soul – so he offered a broad smile at her response. He wouldn’t be able to deny Safrin’s abilities had pulled and pooled the shifts into his soul – but maybe the incantations, the magic, the enchantments unfurled and unleashed in his veins were of similar ilk – found and contorted by him and him alone. Perhaps it was some other faction altogether, a contribution of strength, mettle, and might. Or it was something else altogether, and he’d yet to figure, puzzle it through; accepting the eldritch tides for what they were. “Gained by your own tenacity,” he rumbled and snorted through, hastening another turn of the birds, rotating casually, listening, listening, listening all the while.At the nudge his brow arched, but he couldn’t make them cook any faster. The notion of her being here to stay, with more friends gathered rather than fading, dying off, lightened the crackling fissures of his heart, but he’d never tell her that. Instead, the monolith smirked, another shrug undulating through his shoulders. “We likely need to hunt other things. There is some game along the Tundra.” Especially so they didn’t keep marring the ningo population.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
