[SE] ignis aurum probat

"Mm?" Fox glances down from a steam of lava oozing somewhere off in the distance, only to flush a bit as he realises what Deimos is asking. "Ah, well. It's not the same as when we needed to replenish ourselves from the Voice, but I'd say we do still have a hunger that's separate to food and drink. Bloodlust, it's called." And hopefully Deimos can figure out what it might entail from the title alone. "But it's not like it sneaks up on us," Fox adds quickly. "And I am always careful to make sure mine isn't a problem." As if the burly hybrid might be worried about being eaten by him. As if. Nodding gently to hear of his experiences with Safrin, the Ancient can only smile to himself a little sadly. "It makes me wonder how things might have turned out if I'd aligned myself with her instead." fox

DEIMOS

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates

Bloodlust caused his brow to arch, but not much more than that. “Probably not unlike many of our predator shifts,” amidst the Attuned anyway; when first overwhelmed by the notions of carnivorous and raptorial inclinations. Those initial impulses were enough to rankle and seethe over edges of human characteristics, and control became a contorted semblance. Deimos had always exercised exactly that – but the hunting insinuations had been impossible to ignore just the same.

And while Fox might’ve been worried about the insinuations, the Sword certainly wasn’t. Rarely, if ever, worried about himself, he only thought back to others in his care, in protective strongholds and defenses. If these calls and necessities were ever going to be a problem; perhaps not for Fox, but others. His thoughts contorted rapidly, pondering, considering, multitudes of angles and options. “Do you hunt something to alleviate it?”

To hear the other statement thereafter though, caused his piercing gaze to flicker downward, because there might’ve been many who had said the same thing, once upon a time. Knowing the reasons behind some of his friends, like Rexanna’s, rationale for seeking out Ascension, sometimes he couldn’t quite understand others. “What made you go to the Voice instead?”

The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead