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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#1
DEIMOS
It was another day for hunting.

Some of them had blended into one another lately, with fishing, with journeying along the tundra alongside Noah, but the Sword preferred stockpiling supplies, especially when they could be frozen, well before it was too late. The semblances of Deepfrost would be upon them at some point, and though he’d yet to experience the season here, the beast had lived in mountains long enough within previous worlds to know there’d be limitations. There was also the quest received from Ludo to consider, wishbones and meat alike.

He opted to fly for this occasion, to spirit into liberation and deliverance, unfurl the wings, the feathers, the plumage that had given him instant freedom so long ago. It was a breathtaking vestige once more the moment he took to the air, the eagle adornments glorifying his restless, predacious heart, giving in to primordial fascinations, circling, hovering, rampaging along the outskirts of the Citadel. He dove around high spires, chased after phantom shadows, embraced the glacial wind rippling, beating against his form, and once he’d hastened the semblances of liberty again – it was time to stalk.

Luckily, his prey were in plentiful supply, and he doubted Chulane would notice a bunch of the wild ones missing. A flock of ningos happened to be clustered and gathered around some of the market, and though he’d prefer to maim and maul out of plain sight, the raptor proportions of him didn’t care. He landed silently, quietly, on one of the high-reaching stones, biding his time, staring down upon the mild-mannered and somewhat dim birds, intending to pick out a few of the weakened vestiges.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
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#2
LOREN
When Loren had received the request to join Deimos, the healer had agreed immediately. Unlike the General, though, the Firebrand didn't engage in any aerial acrobatics. Instead, he just flew high above the Citadel, waiting for the hunt to commence. When the Sword dove, Loren followed suit, landing on a rooftop overlooking the market.

As always, there were Ningos around, squawking and flapping and generally just getting into everything. His eyes tracked the flock, picking out the most likely prey. When he'd identified a few, he reached out with his mind and coaxed them away from the other birds and closer to the waiting men. Using compulsion like this was probably cheating, but he'd never exactly fought fair in his life.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#3
DEIMOS
The Firebrand eventually joined him, and Deimos made no apologies for his previous antics. He wasn’t sorry. He didn’t regret it. No opportunity to be unburdened was going to be passed over nowadays; he wasn’t certain when more would come, when more would occur, when everything would cluster and concave around them, destroy and dispatch. Semblances of amusement and joy were so few and far between lately, that if diving from the void and landing upon cold, chilling brick gave him some amount of boldness and audacity, he’d take it.

A nod was granted towards the goose, and then his sharp eyes took in the sudden movement of the other ningos. A sigh, and a sideways glance towards Loren indicated his feelings towards the potential compulsion; quite frankly, they were both powerful and potent enough that this prey shouldn’t have required anything but talons and speed.

Another huff, and he was off, diving, swift, quick, and rapid, descending, descending, descending, talons opening wide, instinctively honing in on a chosen animal, feeling them tighten, clutch, grasp over the body of the beast.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
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#4
LOREN
Loren glanced right back at Deimos. Honking at the eagle, the goose ruffled his feathers. Lifting a webbed foot, he waved it in the direction of the General before settling down. The healer didn't let up on the compulsion, leading the Ningos away from both the flock and the marketplace where they could be hunted down without causing a ruckus.

Leaving the actual hunting to the Sword, the Firebrand released the prey once they'd been led far enough from the people below to avoid a commotion and to prevent the flock from scattering to the four winds. It was simple enough for the Sword to catch one. The others that Loren had compelled darted away, squawking and attempting (and failing) to fly away.

He took off, descending towards one that was farthest away. Flying above it, he shifted into the form of a honey badger. His flight turned into a sort of controlled (mostly) leap, and he fastened his teeth around the bird's neck even as he tumbled, skidded, and rolled into a snowdrift. The Ningo thrashed and fought his grip even as its blood, hot and tasty, spilled into his throat and across his mouth.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#5
DEIMOS
Killing shouldn’t have been so simple; but he’d been an orchestrator of someone’s demise for multiple lifetimes. Game, enemies, adversaries, rivals, all capable of summoning the infernal spirit of what he’d been trained, honed, to do since he was young. The creature he inhabited was the same as all the others, because at the heart and soul of him, he was a monstrous, dangerous wake, forbidding, heathen, piercing, penetrating, capable of that cold, statuesque mayhem. A clutch of talons, a breaking of certain bones, and the ningo was lifeless in his grasp, dead weight taken to a contortion along one of the walls, placed there for safekeeping. All done within a moment, no hesitation – just as he’d done on the battlefields. Muscle memory, instinctual, inherent pulses, either in his predacious mind, or the animal he instilled; calm, distinct, and no fuss.

Another glance ensued towards Loren, and he snorted from his post, scouting out a next target. Impressive. Whether or not he meant it, or if it was tended to in a dry, sarcastic rumble, wasn’t declared.

Instead, he dove again like a beacon, like an omen, like an ominous shadow, upon the next ningo, and the maddening, pervading essence of everything he’d become echoed, reverberated, and he was a silent opus – the talons once more grabbing, instilling, clasping over the wasted, panicked breath of the bird. Over within an instant.
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"who's gonna stop me?"
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#6
LOREN
Wrestling with the still dying Ningo, Loren shook it in his jaws. Stiffening a bit as Deimos spoke, the healer clawed at the bird, trying to get it to be still. Thanks, he shot back in a drawl. In the corner of his eye, he saw the General take another down.

However, now that the Ningos had a target on the ground, they shifted tactics. Squawking in outrage as much as fear, the ones that remained turned and swarmed towards the honey badger. When they reached him, they started pecking and battering him with their wings.

Snarling, he released his catch, which flopped aside, blood pouring out onto the snow. He bit and smacked at the flock, trying to drive them off so he could isolate one and take it down, or at least make one an easier target for the Sword.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#7
DEIMOS
The eagle followed suit on his previous motions, leaving the dead bird with its dispatched brethren, before a flap of his wings, hastening off to another portion of ramparts and fortifications. To watch, to bear witness, to calculate which were weakest, dimmest, or youngest; easy to bear down, pick apart, and render survival of the fittest mentality. Except, of course, he was distracted by whatever was happening with the badger and his flock.

It seemed the ningos had begun a siege of their own upon Loren, pecking, battering, an irritating volley that meant they’d had enough. Deimos was sorely tempted to merely be a member of the audience for a moment, because in some part it was entertaining and amusing. Except Loren was here to help him, not provide him with mirth amidst a foolish struggle.

So he unfurled once more, plunging downward, silent, deadly, precise, talons snagging again, intending to take one of the birds by surprise – snaring at it without a moment’s hesitation, listening to its heedless, indignant squawk, before the crush of ribs, bones, spines, and neck rendered the particular prey hushed for eternity.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
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#8
LOREN
Loren's thick and flexible hide kept the Ningos from damaging him. Unfortunately, he had to protect his face, and there were too many birds to effectively mount an offense on any one of them. If he tried to take one of the birds down, the rest of them would be free to pile on. So he bit and clawed and kept them at bay.

When Deimos arrived and took one down, the flock froze, terrified in the presence of yet another predator. Seizing the moment, the honey badger whirled. Sinking his teeth into the neck of a Ningo behind him, he crushed it, shaking it and growling as he did to make sure it was dead. Freed from the terror, the rest of the birds scattered again, squawking with indignation.
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#9
DEIMOS
For a few seconds, he embraced the cool, unattainable fathoms of being that beast again – the one that inspired fear, the one that instilled terror, the one that intimidated, haunted, and loomed, so no one could hurt him, so no one could bludgeon those walls, so not a single god damned soul could lay waste or claim to him again –

And it was relishing, to savor the spark of horror, trepidation, and apprehension he inspired out of the flock, listening to them scatter, to them race, to upend their perfected bliss. It seared and scalded away moments later, when he released his perished victim amongst the others, as if never there at all – visions and figments of a Reaper sovereign – before designating his next target.

One that had taken off, flown, presenting a bit more of a challenge. This should be the last one he indicated to Loren, figuring they’d seized enough to warrant the hunt finished, and then his piercing eyes honed in, speculated, watched, as the ningo barreled through the sky. His speed was incredulous and demanding, and he soared, he reached, grabbing hold of the bird quickly, efficiently, and then diving, twisting, spinning, amusing himself in some macabre, predator display as they volleyed and turned towards the ground.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
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#10
LOREN
The bird Loren had seized was not quite dead yet. It flapped and battered and pecked and clawed at him. However, it was basically too dumb to know it was already dead: his jaws clamped down, teeth biting deep. Bone cracked as he shook it and drank the hot blood gushing into his mouth.

Growling as Deimos' words filtered into the healer's mind, he placed a paw on the corpse of the now-fully dead Ningo. Glancing up, he lifted his blood-stained mouth to watch the General's hunt. Figuring the other man had it well in hand, the Firebrand began gathering the birds they'd taken down into a pile. It wasn't neat or tidy, but they were, at least, all in one place.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#11
DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
Death spirals and throngs; there was no way the bird in his clutches would make it, but Deimos enjoyed the lancing movement and motion of unrelenting freefall, reminded of better, more foolish days, when a score of them launched from the top of the Spire. There was no end in sight until the ground came closer, closer, closer, and only then did he launch his plumage out of the treacherous warp, landing neatly, like some feral demon, near the badger.

His eyes went toward the pile, and then added the remnants of what they’d accumulated. It was a distinct amount, enough to feed some of Halos’ families and citizens, and the only thing the Sword required was a singular wishbone. Rather than tear into it with his beak and carve out ample meat that could be utilized for something else, he shifted back to human towers and figures, grabbing hold of the birds, carrying them along cobblestones, back to where they could properly butcher them. “What else have you been up to?” Besides assisting him in hunting down unintelligent fowl; an inquiry towards Loren, over his shoulder, expecting the other man, animal, to follow – after sicknesses, after afflictions, Deimos had bent his head down and gotten to work along the barracks, not requiring the aid of the infirmary for those scattered moments.
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#12
Love mends even the broken parts
Deimos landed and added the last Ningo onto the pile. Backing up, Loren eyed the eagle, lips curling back from the honey badger's teeth as he did. However, when the General shifted to human, the healer followed suit.

As the Sword grabbed the bundle of birds, the Firebrand cleaned himself up, washing the blood and feathers from his mouth and hands with a quick burst of water magic. Blinking at Deimos' question, Loren titled his head to one side.

Following the General, the healer cleared his throat. "I visited the Hollowed Ground and took a trip into the lightning storms. You?" He turned so he could see the other man's reaction more clearly.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#13
DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
He walked, cranium upwards, piercing eyes following cobblestones and pathways he’d begun to learn, memorize, seek out on his rounds as either hound or human. By routine and comfort, he rounded near the barracks, setting the birds upon the table he’d left out from lantern making, shingle repairing, restoring, and recreating, and cleaning off the vestiges of its surface.

An inclination of his brow arched just a minute amount at Loren’s sojourn through the Grounds, on a similar trip he’d taken before they’d all been struck down. “I went the first time. We did not get far until we ran into a unicorn herd.” A shrug flickered and followed, as if this was normal, a habitual state of confusion, chaos, and whatever else lurked in the midst. He hadn’t been asked by anyone to traverse and strive again – and despite digging through the murk, with the equines being the biggest distraction, they hadn’t gone on much further. Lacking lightning accord hadn’t been suitable either, and they likely would’ve just spent more time amongst the earth. The Sword grabbed hold of a pair of hunting knives nearby, handing one to the Firebrand. “How did yours turn out?”
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#14
Love mends even the broken parts
Trailing alongside Demios, Loren smiled and nodded at a few people they passed by who he was vaguely familiar with. They were headed towards the barracks, he realized. When they entered, he washed his hands more thoroughly before leaning one hip against the table where the Ningos now rested.

Shrugging at the General's question, the healer took the knife and set it aside before snagging a bird. He began to pluck it, shoulders relaxing as he did. "We tunneled a decent distance, I think. Came upon a cavern with some...thing in it. Something big. We turned around before it found us." Shivering a little, he shook head head.
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