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08-23-2013, 04:29 PM
Acceptance, perhaps begrudgingly so, settled over the shadowed terrain and Deimos considered, to the words dabbling the earth, to the resonance flickering along the gloomy horizon, and to the pending fortitude of their augured world, empires falling, kingdoms crushed. He knew of loyalty, its power, its potential, its foundation rooted deep into the psyches of one’s distinct pride; his father’s prowess, nestled in the dark crevasses of his sentiments since he was a wandering, forlorn child, the arts and finesse of oaths, assurances and confidences, the brimming truths and convictions sprouted from worthy tongues. Perhaps, in time, Torleik would come to favor their beliefs, rupture the earth with their credence, assured, devoted, strong and dependable, like so many of their fellow soldiers, like so many of their staunch, resolute warriors. The world would tell, from his actions, from his motives, from his indulgences and rituals whether or not he could cross the wires they’d carefully molded and sculpted, the secrets shared between heathen asps, vipers and cobras, snakes in the tundra grass. Capability brewed from within, and whether they snagged it by feeding contempt, enacting on trial and tribulations, or merely allowing his growth across the vestal gardens of the Basin’s frigid exterior, he’d keep his piercing gaze upon Torleik. A General watched over his patriots, and a Reaper conquered those harmed in his protective veil – though he presumed this creature could hold his own (otherwise – what would be the purpose of him arriving here, ready to deliver another into the mouth of the Aurora?), even in the twisting sedition of their mighty supremacy. The beast nodded towards the newcomer once more, acknowledging the dialogue, the compliance, and delivered one word to tie them all the segments of the passing tides together. “Undoubtedly.” Then, he turned, allowed Ulrik, eternally proficient, charge of the fellow cretin, drifting off into the endless shadow until it swallowed his form, satanic scion returned to its Tartarean hold.
