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08-08-2013, 06:15 AM
 Amidst discussions of war, contracts and oaths, Deimos ignored the mare. She frivolously twirled and chattered nonsensically, danced a fine edge between ridiculous and foolish. He was not a creature molded for theatrics, and was unaffected by her batting eyes, pealing laughter and inane dialogue. It had no place in their conversation, so he poised his piercing stare and impassive features back upon he fellow Unicorn, listened as he conducted their reasoning behind the alterations. As he spoke, the cold, calculating mind of the Reaper caught the snares of the dilemmas, pondered over the depths of how much they needed the Grey, how their payment had been affixed and amended to blood, to persecution, to desecration. The Basin procured many talents in their days amongst the frigid walls and peaks, and Deimos knew his own well: annihilation, quietus, the requiem and art of demise. Would it be worth revising the settlement to allow his brethren the opportunity to continue ravaging, ruining, devouring and consuming? Would they relish in the finery of battle, the taste and decadence, thriving between muscle, bone and sinew? And better yet – would they have opportunity to lay waste to their enemies, bound to journey, clash and crusade amongst the endless, eternal tirades of their violence? The mercenaries offered a reciprocal balance of warriors, soldiers and combatants, capable of casting shadows over Helovian pursuits, and he could visualize the devastation they could wreak with more figures crashing and assaulting. Psyche could likely agree with the sentiments. His voice chiseled through the chilling air, matching its bounty of daunting danger, fluidly contorting the finality of their juncture. “Agreed.” He paused, the wild reverberation ceased, hoping one word would prove adequate, but then proceeded to a few more phrases to ensure they were understood. “We may call on each other as needed.”
DEIMOS
delivered from the blast
last from a line of lasts and now the kingdom comes crashing down undone |
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