[se] stretching new wings
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Deimos Ignatius
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#1
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Deimos had glimpsed the Eye of Fire before; enticed and encouraged by its flames, in the midst of flight with another Attuned. Now, instead of meandering and winding his way through the maze, he committed to sanctions of wings and plumage again – the eagle extending the sienna hues and colorations over the wintry haze, following plumes and vestiges of smoke. Tracing after its filaments gave more breathtaking movements and motions, occasions for distractions, or for a mind to whirl through parameters and possibilities during the colder refrains. Permitted to his elements; alone on a crisp Deepfrost day, wound into the fibers of fire and ice, with no need for another baptism. He’d had enough in the depths and fathoms of battle, heartache, and loss; this one would only be for contemplation and action.

He and Belial, a following, trailing peryton with a zeal for actions and screeches, eventually descended, curling and contorting over the framework of eternal conflagrations with little misgivings. Only when the beast landed did he truly shift back into human form, considering the inferno for a moment, offering a nod of respect, before finding a log close by. Sitting down, stretching out his long legs, he produced a piece of parchment from within his pockets, and charcoal to follow. So while his companion sniffed and inspected, and the other safely grazing outside the labyrinthine walls, Deimos began to meticulously sketch out details of his next creation.
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It was harder following after him without a winged shift. Much harder, but when Deimos set off, so did Cordelia. She didn't know what he was up to, but she was curious. So curious as to what he was doing, but the Attuned wasn't to be deterred by the fact that he was hard to follow. If anything it only made her more intent on seeing what exactly the Sword was up to.

She was panting by the time she made it to him, having to sprint for majority of the trip, shifting between her Luxere form and human to keep up with him. Cordelia managed despite the difficulty of doing so. The Attuned pushed a bit of sweaty hair from her forehead, shrugging out of her heavier outer layer with a huff, "What are you doing all he way out here?" She asked, approaching the log he was sitting on, lowering herself down beside him with a smile as she peered over his shoulder with a spark in her eyes.


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Belial had heard Cordelia long before she made an appearance from the labyrinth’s jaws, and since they’d been working on signaling without screeching or raising further alarm, the peryton had channeled his findings with the same zeal and fervor. The information had passed silently from peryton to Sword, and some range of curiosity of his own began to take fold as he scattered a few more marks down upon the paper. Surveying it once or twice for good measure, he only ceased when he could hear her panting, wavering approach; glancing upwards with a faint bout of amusement scattered along his features.

Very much like he was trying not to laugh.

“Sketching,” by way of answering her inquiry, as if it was perfectly normal to fly out into the middle of a warren, beside a magically tended fire, in the middle of the day. Unbothered by her haste, he held his paper aloft, to show the illustrated quiver he’d been working on, with little details scrawled along the bottom. A vague tilt of his head, and the arch and inclination of his brow, indicated his inquiry was soon to follow. “Did you need something?” As was most often the case when others sought him out.
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Cordelia had been around Deimos enough that she was getting better at reading his expressions. That being said, she noticed the way the corners of his mouth tightened and his brow raised, an amused glint in his eyes as he fought back whatever amusement she had stirred up. The younger woman rolled her eyes at him, sitting herself down beside him and stretching out her legs, leaning into his space so she might take a look at his notebook. Whether the Sword liked it or not, Cordelia looked up to him like she might a brother and as such, she followed him around the same way a younger sibling did.

"That looks nice. Making it for someone?" She inquired curiously, wondering if it was a gift for Deepfrost and who it might be for. The young Attuned was already working on a gift for her own for Noah. Arrows fletched with raven feathers. It's what she came out here for originally before Deimos caught her attention and she gave into the urge to follow him. His own question surprised her and she shook her head, "No, I just saw you leave. I was coming out here to get some things for arrowheads, but then you went this way too. Thought it would be good practice to try and keep up." She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, offering him a small smile before shrugging off her pack, placing it between her splayed legs.


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'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns
They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
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“For Noah,” and therein he turned his attention back to the design, implementing a few antlers along the sides – details to impart within his mind before he went into contorting the incantations. “Figured he might as well receive something decent for a change,” especially with Korbin’s death, with Halo’s twists and turns, with eventuality of other oncoming seasons. With war brimming closer, looming, swifter and keener still. Even in the lull, he could still feel it pressing down along his spine, an ancient and barbaric old friend. “It should be able to make the arrows contain fire.” By way of further explanation, and then naught else, stretching out his limbs again, head rising, eyes following lines of the nearby flames before tilting his attention back to her.

That she required nothing from him was something of a relief, and his shoulders eased that particular burden away. He smirked at the indication she’d strived to catch up. “What else do you need for your arrowheads?” There’d be plenty of stone about somewhere, perhaps even within the maze itself.
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For Noah. How funny. Her gift was also for Noah. She had wanted to do something nice for him. A thank you for all he'd done for her. "That sounds incredibly useful. I imagine he'll like it a great deal." Cordelia murmured, bending to scoop a few bits of stone that seemed workable into her hand, turning them over to examine them. "I already have the shafts crafted. I really just need arrowheads and some more feathers for fletching." She shifted back towards the log, taking a seat beside him once more, stretching out her legs.

Ignoring his smirk and only really acknowledging the difficulty with a roll of her eyes, Cordelia pulled out her small set of tools, beginning to carve the bit of stone she collected. "Do people ask favors of you often?" She inquired softly, eyes flicking over to him for the span of a breath before going back to her work.


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'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns
They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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“We will see,” he promised and assured with a light smile, before setting to work. Like so many times before, he raised his hands in front of him, slightly below his chest, and the gilded flow between palms began to form. Slow, steady, carved out of his mind’s eye, the incantations unfurled and conformed in each declaration, in each controlled precision, carving out its own sanctions, presiding in the wake of immersed flame. Defined by the stretch of antlers, and then bear paws upon the sides, the quiver took shape efficiently, quickly, so in the span of several breaths, the tool was there in his hands.

As if this was all very normal, he turned back to her without a word, pondering over the necessities. “I may have some grouse feathers leftover, if you want to use those.” They weren’t any bright, vivid hues; clearly intending camouflage until Belial had found them outright.

While he worked on the straps of the quiver, ensuring they were in working order, he didn’t expect the inquiry. Brows furrowing, a sigh managed to rattle its way through his lungs, pondering, wondering, if he was falling back into old habits again. “Yes. And I am usually willing.” To lend his magic, his power, his strength back into the fold. To shield. To protect. To defend. And there’d been other instances where he’d simply been used; thoughts wandering to LongNight provisions last year – weapons made and no gratitude from a Wraith who used every moment to play the victim. Or to Nate, hands out in some avaricious zeal, defiance emerging when he couldn’t get what he wanted immediately. “But I am trying to be better about it.” Boundaries. No chains, no tethers, no lines, no working himself into exhaustion.

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Deimos has made: Fire Quiver | A magical quiver that turns any arrow placed within into a flaming projectile that ignites upon impact.
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Cordelia was fairly certain that Noah would see value in such a gift and be thankful to have had it made so lovingly by a friend like Deimos. The Attuned knew that they were close. That Deimos was one of the few people that Noah seemed to really trust. She hoped that she could one day join those ranks. Her own crafting paused as he started weaving the quiver out of nothing. Cordelia was quiet in awe, watching as it slowly came together, umber eyes filling with appreciation at the craftsmanship. The sight of the antlers made her smile and her thoughts went back to his question when they ran into each other in the Climb. 'That's your shift?'

A faint flush rose to her cheeks and she ducked her head shyly. "I was thinking of using raven feathers. For Korbin." Cordelia had never met the boy herself, but she knew he meant a lot to him. "But I'll take those too. It'll be a mix." She agreed after a moment, smile small as she looked up at Deimos before airing her question and his response was one that she was expecting, but a part of her felt bad.

How many people made requests for things without offering anything in exchange or even saying thank you? "That's good... I think people ask too much sometimes. Expect things for nothing in return. That isn't always fair."


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They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
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the Resurrected Sword
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Placing finishing touches and testing the quality of the property, he hadn’t known he was being so closely watched and monitored. Only when the task was completed, and the gilded fringes faded away from his palms, did he glance upward – tilting his head as she admitted her plan. “That is likely to be very appreciated.” Raven feathers for a friend lost in another bizarre way; to have made it through the invasion, to escape unscathed, to arrive at Noah’s side, only to be lost in the depths of Torchline. A bizarre interlude, and hopefully in time they’d discover what truly transpired. If there was some other venue of vehemence and vengeance to be taken.

At the acceptance of the other feathers though, he nodded, gaze going to Belial. On a silent connection and instruction, the peryton hastened off, likely to snag at the chosen feathers, and whatever else distracted him in the interim.

Her response gave him pause, an accord of agreement pervading through Attuned bonds, unaware if she could feel them in human form. Deimos could list a fair amount of entitled individuals who’d believed themselves worthy of receiving gifts or tokens or anything from him with naught else. “No, it is not. But that is why I am working on it.” A soft smile followed, before rolling the quiver back and forth, flicking it from hand to hand. “Is this your first Deepfrost outside of Halo?”
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She was simply intrigued by how it worked. Cordelia has made many quivers in her time in the traditional way, but this was completely new. The young hunter was in awe of the process, watching it take form and shape before her very eyes. "That's amazing. Your gift." She was referring to both the quiver and his abilities in this moment. His mention of her own gift has her nodding, cheeks flushed a soft pink, "I know he misses him very much. He's been... More closed off recently. My heart hurts for him. I know they won't fix anything, but I want to do something for him." Cordelia murmured, running a hand through her windswept hair before turning her attention back to the stones in her lap.

She couldn't feel his agreement along the bond. The Attuned had yet to master that ability in her human form. She still had much to learn, but Cordelia was eager to do so. "I think you're doing a good job. Noah deserves it..." Cordelia knew the two were close and she had no doubt that the Sentinel was one of the most deserving people she knew.

Cordelia continued to whittle away at the stones, working to form the first of many arrowheads, nodding solemnly at his question. "I've lived in Halo my whole life. It feels... Strange being away from it all, but it didn't feel right going back. Not with the way it is." Not without Noah.


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#11
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He smiled at the compliment, ducking his head down to glance over the efforts once more. “Thank you.” These manifestations had never been in his repertoire before Caido – it had always been death and destruction, calamity and chaos. To have these pursuits and angles was nearly a relief – orchestrating whatever could flicker and rally into his mind, rather than the constant chain of demolition. Because sometimes it was nice to remember he was more than devastation.

There was a nearly imperceptible shift in his brow at Cordelia’s blush – stifling another laugh somewhere, lodging it into his chest so it didn’t muffle out into the air. It didn’t have a time or place given the circumstances and discussion, but certainly something noted and noticed. “I am certain being there for him is recognized and acknowledged, even if he cannot say it right now.” Too many others things going on, too many other forces and hardships working against the way they’d strived to build and coincide with the changing tides.

The grin disappeared for a moment as Belial returned – a loud alarm and screech instigating the Sword’s soft sigh. The peryton took his time winding his way down, as if amused to drag out the process, but by the time he’d landed, the feathers were laden at Cordelia’s feet with an uproarious declaration.

While Deimos sought not to roll his eyes at the companion’s antics once more, he tilted his head again at Cordelia’s thoughts. There were a few moments where he could’ve speculated on LongNight and how other regions were far worse off; but cast that aside. “Hopefully we can find a way to change things again.”
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She earned a smile. An actual smile from the Sword. If he was able to feel her emotions along the bond there would be a sense of giddiness. Cordelia doesn't know if he can if she's not shifted seeing as she can't feel his, but they're there for him either way. "You're welcome." She offered with a smile of her own, bright and happy, one of the first she's flashed in a while. Cordelia didn't know Deimos as simply one to wreak havoc and devastation. She knew him as a protector and provider. Now she knew him as a creator too.

Cordelia didn't catch the shift to his expression or his laugh that never fully became a laugh. Her blush would have surely deepen had she, but for now her thoughts and feelings about the other hunter are relatively safe. She nodded in agreement, another soft smile curling on her lips even as she chipped away at the stone, slowly forming one of many arrowheads. "I know. I don't hold it against him. I just wish I could do more." The admission was soft and her smile faltered with it before she was taking a breath to chase that feeling away.

The Attuned took the bundle of feathers, reaching out to smooth a hand over his snout in thanks, "These will do nicely." She told him, praising his efforts in finding her the grouse feathers.

"I hope so too." The young Attuned agreed, starting on the next arrowhead. "What will you do? If things don't change?"


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They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
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the Resurrected Sword
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#13
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Ignorant of her giddiness, or the reason behind it, the Sword merely permitted the smile to remain, gently placing the quiver into his bag of holding for safekeeping. Something else to be protected and presided over, at least only for a little while longer, before handing it to the Sentinel. “You are doing enough,” came as a bout of reassurance, a rumble through his chest as he glanced downward at Belial. Noah was stoic and reserved; and likely only allowed as much as they’d been giving – choosing to wade amongst and amidst his emotions in bits and pieces. Losing Halo. Losing Korbin. Being out here, not amidst a home he’d loved, cherished, and protected. And the unknown grating away at them; striving to find ways to finagle back into mountain regions, and ensure it was safe from those who’d cause it harm.

The peryton nodded at the gratitude, offering another obnoxious noise, before he meandered off in a flurry of wings, returning to his post.

The inquiry hastened something else though, and he straightened, spine threatening to become taut and straight again in the errant frustration; nearly tangible. He didn’t choke the words out, but sighed, grumbled, rumbled in the possibilities of their failure again and again and again. “Keep trying.” Determination, whether emboldened or foolish, was a lacquered wake upon the depths of his brow, in the narrowed speculation of his gaze, flickering off – steadying somewhere in the midst of the maze. “We have time.” But it felt limited; as if hours were fleeting, no longer as infinite as they’d been before. “We are taking the more difficult route,” the one lacking in violence, as god damned tempting as it was. “And we cannot expect it to be easy.” He paused momentarily, the fixation drawing in the scheming once more. "Do you find it odd that no other lands appear to have this issue? That the Ascended have not launched assaults elsewhere?"
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#14

The reassurance was appreciated and she tucked that away to help her through the cold nights that were to come. Cordelia knew that there would be moments where she doubted he realized she was there for him in whatever capacity he wanted her, but she'd be there for him. For both of them. These thoughts are still swirling in her head as the conversation shifted towards schemes and plans. To what they would do if it didn't work. If they kept failing and were forever shut out from a place that used to be their home.

Still, Deimos was as she always knew him to be, persistent. He was unyielding and stern in his determination. They would keep trying. They would try until they no longer remained. Not just because it was the right thing to do, but because it's the only thing they could do. His words steeled her spine, urging her to square her shoulders and set her jaw, a wrinkle forming between her brows as she gave a firm nod at his words.

"It is odd. Part of me wonders if Torchline is spared because it isn't an easy place for them to be. With the sun and all that. Maybe it has to do with the previous connection to Nate? As for the Greatwood... Well, Remi is there and Ronin too. It would be unwise to press there." She finally said, placing her arrowheads and those that were in progress into her bag, moving to stand once more.


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