He could scarcely remember the last time he’d gathered his herd all together: massive and intense, crowded amongst the valley, a blend of strong, mighty combatants, tethered and tied together through loyalty and campaigns. The timing seemed fitting, after the storms had seemingly passed, after murderers had been found, after ships had cleansed the earth; now they had moments of settled repose, where the collected filaments could be passed from one to the other. Information, knowledge, and wisdom were powerful weapons, and he wouldn’t have his constituents going without, not when there were so many pieces in place, so many orders reshaped and sharpened. The monster, instead of clinging to the shadows, instead of embracing the heathen walls or the infidel warrens of the caves, aimed and plagued onward, down into the middle of their sanctuary, where the lake remained unfrozen and glistening, where the summits basked in the glory of their prestige, where the sentinels guarded their borders carefully. While his intimidation brewed, one sinister crescendo, he still remained an alluring essence; the eldritch titan beguiling his allies, his companions, his compatriots, into a convention, swarming altogether in a steeled, keen, honed crowd of blades and swords. The Reaper, the Lord, the King, drummed a solo command, bid their frames wander from the hillsides, from the tundra, from the boughs, from the grottos, so they could become united, whole, branded and regarded as a triumphant, dominant regime. While still reticent, his features far too molded into impassive, nonchalant remains, he was still proud, he was still content, satisfied, as they flowed into the valley, a mass of promise, of mastery, of devastation and ruin. One day they’d be allotted and bestowed their due, earned from the dust and havoc, but for now, they endured and prevailed in potency, in pernicious schemes, in devastating, furtive secrets. Deimos’ eyes narrowed, gaze catching over some unfamiliar beasts, some wholly faithful, constant cretins, searching for his fellow leader. She’d need to provide other outlooks and venues, where he hadn’t roamed, where he hadn’t searched.

Thereafter, his voice echoed over the chasm, deep, piercing, and puncturing. “It has been long since we have gathered together, my Basin brethren. But there is much to impart and discuss.” He paused, stare flickering over the throng, pondering on where to begin, how to start. The beast was not a master orator, didn’t want to linger forever on bits and pieces, and hastened a quick breath before beginning again. “The Basin remains at peace with the Edge, and we have added the Throat to our armistice. We are not to stealth members of either herd. In exchange for some of our materials, the Throat has granted us metal to finish the sentinels.” They gleaned in the distance, great titans of the north, machine-driven barbarity, closer and closer to becoming true savagery. Another notion passed through his mind, caused him to clench his jaw, for it was a frustrating admittance, to know they had an enemy in their grasp, lost her in the veils, and were ultimately being targeted all over again. “Confutatis, leader of the Regime, has returned to her old tricks. Be aware at all times. She will not hesitate to steal anyone from the north.” But then, the great monster felt he needed to extend some sort of praise for their efforts, he’d marched in the midst of their battles, he’d participated in their skirmishes, he’d watched and witnessed the practice of his soldiers, his phantoms, his members. They deserved to be commended for their endeavors and achievements. “You have all done well, and your practice has paid off. Continue in your spars and gain strength – we never know which threats lay ahead.”


[Mandatory herd meeting for the members of the Aurora Basin! This counts as our activity check for Tallsun. We have a lot of IC information being passed around that everyone needs to be aware of, and some rank things. ;D

You have five days after Ophelia's post to get yours in (so we're looking at them done by February 21st. Those absent are excluded.]

Death, you bring death, and destruction to all that you touch.