[se] your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
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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#43
DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The beast snorted into the last of his drink, shaking his great head again, eyes rolling, incapable of being seen behind his glass. The invitation appeared to be far more grounded in her ability to shed tales and fabrications – and he’d hate to be proven wrong, or correct, without being a witness to the event. “Fine, if only to keep you honest,” came the deepening rumble, bemused. At least they had an idea, instead of wandering back into the midst with naught up their sleeves.

In true form – he really hadn’t been surprised by the unique teleporting, just slightly bewildered by the situation. It had been easy to combat, based on their surroundings, but who was to say it wouldn’t happen or occur again? Where would they be left in the next rise of wiles? Or would it be as simple as they’d hoped? “It gave us more opportunities than we had before.” Which he angled with a shrug of his shoulders, an arch of his brow, and finishing touches on the last portion of bread.

And before long, they could settle back further into their juvenile antics, until those too, dispersed on plans and foundations for another time, another place.

{FIN <3}
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I


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