I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Deimos was ever the meticulous and scrupulous planner, but he also knew his own capabilities. Alys’s were a bit of an enigmatic quandary, for their limitations, strength, and accord. He’d only seen her wield them for more than a few minutes at a time, and the notions she was coming up with might drain her completely with merely the singular illusion. “I fear any secondary one may cause issues,” of which there could be many.
His eyes narrowed, watching the bear once more as it wandered closer and closer to the herd. “I can scare it away,” a promise of convictions and possibilities – parameters where he wouldn’t be mauling or culling, but certainly rampaging down into his intimidating parameters. It’d been a long while since he’d been able to stretch those tendencies, and to say he welcomed it wouldn’t be a falsehood; merely an unfurling of all the nefarious qualities lodged within. “Do you want to try now?”
His eyes narrowed, watching the bear once more as it wandered closer and closer to the herd. “I can scare it away,” a promise of convictions and possibilities – parameters where he wouldn’t be mauling or culling, but certainly rampaging down into his intimidating parameters. It’d been a long while since he’d been able to stretch those tendencies, and to say he welcomed it wouldn’t be a falsehood; merely an unfurling of all the nefarious qualities lodged within. “Do you want to try now?”
DEIMOS
