Deimos
The Sword’s wanderings through Torchline weren’t without reason – nosiness, to see if anything had been altered or changed in its climate since the last time he’d been here, and strolling through the market, intending to snag at some manta crystals for inevitable swimming trips. He was dismayed to find the former still the same – a chill to the wind that would be far more welcome and inviting in Halo, the brisk alterations amidst the waves. Bartering for the latter had been much easier, and within a moment he’d had a small collection placed in his pockets.
But then came the familiar smell of smoke, and because of who he was, he followed its scorching layers – like a moth to a flame.
Not remembering the warehouse, and knowing it hadn’t been his fault this time, he stepped forward, recognizing Jack from earlier exploits amidst caves and makeshift shelters. Jutting his jawline towards the inferno, and addressing the smuggler in a deeper rumble, the inquiry sauntered forth easily. “Do you know if anyone is inside?” Immediately thereafter, his own Mastered Fire rose to the occasion, but rather than ensuring the debacle hastened onward, he intended for control and persuasion, attempting to contort the conflagration into smaller, condensed variants.
But then came the familiar smell of smoke, and because of who he was, he followed its scorching layers – like a moth to a flame.
Not remembering the warehouse, and knowing it hadn’t been his fault this time, he stepped forward, recognizing Jack from earlier exploits amidst caves and makeshift shelters. Jutting his jawline towards the inferno, and addressing the smuggler in a deeper rumble, the inquiry sauntered forth easily. “Do you know if anyone is inside?” Immediately thereafter, his own Mastered Fire rose to the occasion, but rather than ensuring the debacle hastened onward, he intended for control and persuasion, attempting to contort the conflagration into smaller, condensed variants.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
