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11-30-2013, 05:28 PM
Deimos ignored Illynx altogether now; her worth seemed to only be measured in ignorant accusations and slithering ineptitude, and he had no inclination to award her any merit on lies and falsehoods. Instead, he acquired comfort in reticence, given over to silence again, acting as witness, shadow and demise once more, nodding towards Zar’roc (though he’d never displayed much of his intelligence in Deimos’ presence either), for his interest in General. At the very least, they’d garnered some intent in military power and distinction, though whether any of the offered participants would be capable remained to be seen. It was Ulrik’s appearance, tinker, engineer, constituent, that garnered the Reaper’s attention, fortifying the prior claims the beast had forged, managing to raise the respect the monster held for the mechanic. At the very least, Ulrik did not spout treachery, did not hinder herd meetings with idiocy, or unravel into some horrid, blinded mess of impulsive loathing, and for that, the satanic behemoth remained grateful. A firmer nod pressed into his movements towards the other stallion, an unspoken creed of villainous camaraderie, and then he justified his attention towards other passing moments. The half-horse, Kelec, anomaly and intriguing, spoke into the crowd of his plans, and Deimos mulled over the capabilities, calculated, pondered, wondered, interested by the plots orchestrated and devised. He was satisfied and content that administering his consent on the oddity’s acceptance had not been ill-wrought or inane, the monster was proving to be a useful commodity amongst their gathered brethren, with intelligence and competency stitched into his skull (if only his fellow leader held the same abilities). The Gilded Blade provided her answers and response, and only when they seemed to await his own, did he muster a parting of his jaw, tired of the endless speeches and the spewing diction. “I approve.”
[Unless there are any pressing questions, I consider this herd meeting completed! ;D]
[Unless there are any pressing questions, I consider this herd meeting completed! ;D]
Death, you bring death, and destruction to all that you touch.
