You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs.

[PRIVATE] You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs.

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12-24-2014, 07:44 PM

He did not succumb to the passing whims of the fire that overtook him like a plague. It wasn't expected that he would, but it would have been easier for the both of them. He chose to resist though, fighting an inevitable fate like so many of the victims he swept into his towline. That was fine, the lord of darkness would be lit up this day.

As the Reaper turns, he comes to face the beast that has driven him here. A testament to the flames which course within the dark one';s veins, before him stands a massive bull. A red bull with hooves licked by fire and a tail tipped with an inferno, thrashing with a furious trail of light and ash. Where he stepped the ground became molten, then smooth and shiny as glass curled into place. His horns curl wickedly beyond his broad head, easily spanning the length of the stallion before him. They sway to and fro, threatening in nature, but it's herding in its intentions.

The red bull is driving Deimos into the sea, or was.

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Deimos' answer is like a whip to the crimson bull, his own response building within the great expanse of his breast with a horrendous grumble, resonating in a flurry of indignant vibrations from his wet nostrils and tremoring into the sand they stood on. Fire flew out like exhaust from the bellows of his gut, blazing from the corners of his maw which gaped open in reproach. The red bull was not accustomed to refusal, but his might was not simply for show.

If Deimos refused to be plunged into the depths of the endlessly moving monster of water, where his brethren danced in the seafoam, running and sparkling with each rolling wave - well then he would be set to burn away into naught but a pile of ash, easily picked up and dispersed by the wind. The red bull roared another breath of fire and rage, head lowering and horns swaying with weight as he charged the lord of death. He was already trapped by the ocean behind him, and with the length of the spires that climbed out of the bull's head, he was certain that he could only fall back, fall and melt into the waves where he belonged.

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You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 12-22-2014, 12:21 AM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Deimos - 12-22-2014, 08:25 AM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 12-24-2014, 07:44 PM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Deimos - 12-25-2014, 03:40 PM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 12-28-2014, 02:48 AM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Deimos - 12-29-2014, 01:07 PM

RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 01-02-2015, 02:04 AM

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