[Training] fire and ice

Deimos Instead of the gruff impasse, the entanglement of too many wounds and too many scars, his whole presence invoked amusement. Childish and juvenile, to be certain, but his rampaging paws and his long limbs carried them deep out of the jungles, along unknown pathways and unrelenting boundaries. And he was an ruthless figure again – not caught or tethered or trapped in between fronds and vines, and he could hear Zuriel’s hooves and Belial’s wings, a huffing and puffing from Aurelia. Had he not been in hellhound form, there would have been an intermingling of infantile delight woven on his otherwise stoic features. Content in his win, and taking no issue with the location – plenty of water for him to either control or diffuse a potentially devastating situation – he ceased. Muscles warmed up, pleased, he shifted back to human, monolithic form, arching a brow in her direction. And he waited, permitting her to recover, as his eyes drifted over the rainbow pools and the reflective abyss, things he hadn’t looked upon in well over a year. When had he last? With Kiada? While they were exploring and wandering, while they were chasing after glories? Lifetimes ago. The piercing glance slated back to her, a solemn nod granted and given. “When you are ready then.” Zuriel snorted – likely perceiving her talents would be needed, and Belial appeared satisfied with drifting along the hues, hovering along. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime