[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Giant winged wolves hadn’t been what Deimos had factored in, but based on all the other things he’d seen over the years, it really didn’t confound him too readily. With everything else experienced upon this earth and the last he’d unfurled from, why wouldn’t there be flying canines? It was an understandable notion then, that Sah had found his current form not particularly impressive, given the likelihood of weaknesses in comparison. So he nodded, eyes widening briefly at the descriptions. “I have never seen anything like that here.” He procured his own hound shift, with elemental depictions, but not to that size, standard, or machinations of aviation. Maybe Sah would be the first, all over again, to win back the figments of what he’d had before. Peeling away the shingles, watching Sah’s actions with a careful eye, an approving nod sent in the younger man’s direction, he tilted his head in listening, in accord, with the inquiry. In all honesty, he hadn’t thought about the semblance before – hadn’t been in his right mind to do so, and not when so many had been affected. Memories, thoughts, and patterns roamed their way back to the blight, another instance of sicknesses and afflictions, but he recalled the only distinction had been that Ascended hadn’t been infected at all. “I do not believe so. Naturals and Outlanders alike were sick.” The clarity of the explanations were sorely lacking, but for now, he could likely just be grateful he wasn’t doomed and damned in these particular seconds. “Sometimes it is merely circumstance.” Sometimes they were gods’ games. Sometimes they were intervals of Voice upheaval. Sometimes they were the roaming pawns, and the chessboard was too vast, too wide. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace