cover you when the sky comes crashing in
With the initial process sufficient and complete, the only thing left to do was to deliver the hordes of food. One by one they all began to set off, and Deimos watched them disperse amongst themselves, notes and addresses tucked into their palms, intending to follow suit with his own. It was a sudden change of pace to heard his name and title extended in an unfamiliar haze, and he found his eyes narrowing. Ever alert, and eternally suspicious and skeptical, situations borne of far too many war-efforts, head swinging towards the stranger before him.
He didn’t recognize the individual at all and, not unlike many of the predators hoarded in his soul, tilted his cranium at the salute and excitement. Beginning to steel and forge himself for something inevitable (a requirement, another impending meeting, some note with information he wasn’t going to particularly like…), the expectations pierced into other modicums when greetings and introductions were upheld. He extended his hand in response, and then tucked the Dragoons nuance into the back of his mind.
Help? Assistance? He couldn’t recall asking for it, especially from Stormbreak, and he wondered if this was some piece of alliance persistence, goodwill, or something else altogether. Incapable of quelling such machinations, they lived and breathed behind his teeth, in the slow unfurling of his breath. It’d be tempting to refuse, and foolish to do so all the same. “You may call me Deimos. And if you want.” His jaw jutted towards another line of sleds, loaded and ready to depart. “You may follow me with that one.”
He didn’t recognize the individual at all and, not unlike many of the predators hoarded in his soul, tilted his cranium at the salute and excitement. Beginning to steel and forge himself for something inevitable (a requirement, another impending meeting, some note with information he wasn’t going to particularly like…), the expectations pierced into other modicums when greetings and introductions were upheld. He extended his hand in response, and then tucked the Dragoons nuance into the back of his mind.
Help? Assistance? He couldn’t recall asking for it, especially from Stormbreak, and he wondered if this was some piece of alliance persistence, goodwill, or something else altogether. Incapable of quelling such machinations, they lived and breathed behind his teeth, in the slow unfurling of his breath. It’d be tempting to refuse, and foolish to do so all the same. “You may call me Deimos. And if you want.” His jaw jutted towards another line of sleds, loaded and ready to depart. “You may follow me with that one.”
DEIMOS
