DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
He ignored the huffs of indignation and irritation, shuffling off his wayward walls and armor like they were never lofted in his direction at all. The significant change in her depictions and demeanor after he’d rendered the snow castle repaired insinuated a gruff snort and an inward eye roll, but otherwise he merely nodded. “You are welcome.” Considering it’d been his companion that had done the damage in the first place – his gaze lowered down to the peryton cheekily standing beside him, as if nothing had happened.
The name stuck more than the reason behind her appearance in the icy world. Taliesin. A logical conclusion in his mind meant this was Ronin’s child, and likely the Safrin one – though the age differentials made him calculate a little bit further. Perhaps it was like Azrael’s, a child one season, and then grown in the next. Inexplicable and unfathomable reaches of Caido depictions; and he nodded, processing his own venue of introductions. “Deimos Ignatius, General of Halo.” One finger pointed towards the unicorn now standing along his shoulder, the mare’s stare dutifully scrutinizing the girl with some manner of sagacity or just too much pride. Probably both. “Zuriel.” The same digit corresponded to the young deer in turn, though she’d already been swiftly established with his nature. “Belial.”
The name stuck more than the reason behind her appearance in the icy world. Taliesin. A logical conclusion in his mind meant this was Ronin’s child, and likely the Safrin one – though the age differentials made him calculate a little bit further. Perhaps it was like Azrael’s, a child one season, and then grown in the next. Inexplicable and unfathomable reaches of Caido depictions; and he nodded, processing his own venue of introductions. “Deimos Ignatius, General of Halo.” One finger pointed towards the unicorn now standing along his shoulder, the mare’s stare dutifully scrutinizing the girl with some manner of sagacity or just too much pride. Probably both. “Zuriel.” The same digit corresponded to the young deer in turn, though she’d already been swiftly established with his nature. “Belial.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
