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02-13-2015, 04:20 PM
Instead of heeding to Thranduil’s call, the Reaper took to quiet observation, a skill he’d held and encompassed for his entire lifespan. Instead of marching straight into foolishness, he calculated and analyzed, processed chilling machinations, formulated the best plots and plans to unfurl his designs. Unfortunately, his partner didn’t regard the world in the same way: marching straight towards a predator, teasing and taunting the crocodile so it slipped away from its home. While Deimos possessed no fear towards it, he could slay, abolish, and destroy it in a matter of moments before it even thought to snap its jaws towards his figure, Thranduil’s motive and purpose was another matter entirely. There were a few moments where he presumed to shrug and allow the Thief to be consumed by the beast; but then neither of them would complete the task. An inaudible sigh passed through his nares, and then he slowly, methodically, wandered towards the lumbering reptile and its provocateur, purposefully sliding a miniscule amount of magic towards the crocodile. The invocations weren’t meant to desecrate, merely to quell the carnivorous aspects, to aim listlessness and harbor enervation, so the creature could be delivered alive and intact. Whether or not Thranduil would survive the assignment was another question.
[Task 4!]
[Task 4!]
