Deimos
The General’s experience with dragons wasn’t pleasant. Not with a number of deaths and assaults associated, and so his eyes barely flickered over the tooth dagger, clenching his jaw, giving away naught more than some restless gesture by another scratch behind Belial’s ears. “No. They are not,” by way of agreement, lines in the stone drawn – he wouldn’t be going there anytime soon. If that was a goal of Darkeye’s there would need to be multitudes done well before it - including a manner of strength, precision, and some infinite luck.
He'd always understood some of the Ascended hadn’t been of the same ilk as Wessex, Nate, or Neron. Like Azrael or Bastien – kind, goodhearted, benevolent in their regards, yearning to exist without the parameters of so many hostile components labeled and pressed against their spines. Some no longer remained. And some held the consequences of their more powerful, and nefarious, compatriots – which was a shame, because none of them should’ve been painted in broad strokes. “I know,” he answered, eyes to the floor – because he didn’t know what else to do. He’d made his offers to Kiada, and she hadn’t taken them.
The mountains stood on its own frameworks anyway. “Halo has made no moves against the Ascended, though I understand if they are not comfortable enough to stay.” Not with Noah, a demigod of Vi, at the helm.
The inquiry about Neron granted a rancorous, embittered snort. “He escaped and teleported away before we had the chance. Likely to the Grounds.” But if there was ever another opportunity, Deimos would seize it. “We will be putting forth letters and notices to other leaders.”
He'd always understood some of the Ascended hadn’t been of the same ilk as Wessex, Nate, or Neron. Like Azrael or Bastien – kind, goodhearted, benevolent in their regards, yearning to exist without the parameters of so many hostile components labeled and pressed against their spines. Some no longer remained. And some held the consequences of their more powerful, and nefarious, compatriots – which was a shame, because none of them should’ve been painted in broad strokes. “I know,” he answered, eyes to the floor – because he didn’t know what else to do. He’d made his offers to Kiada, and she hadn’t taken them.
The mountains stood on its own frameworks anyway. “Halo has made no moves against the Ascended, though I understand if they are not comfortable enough to stay.” Not with Noah, a demigod of Vi, at the helm.
The inquiry about Neron granted a rancorous, embittered snort. “He escaped and teleported away before we had the chance. Likely to the Grounds.” But if there was ever another opportunity, Deimos would seize it. “We will be putting forth letters and notices to other leaders.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
