Vicious contemplations, the aura, the searing, the seizing of all the calculating, callous measures of a wintry sovereignty, basking in the decree and creed of his meticulous, devilish deliberations. A restless sword stoked fires, embers, coals, ignited and embellished the infernal tirades of tumultuous incantations, bleeding, ricocheting, molten intentions, a cutlass, a rapier, the monster - hot knife burning at the seams. Winter’s finesse and Lucifer’s refinement, cut and slashed, lacerated and pierced, punctured and impaled, until the ghostly remnants of a morality long since past withered and decayed, leaving only the barest ruins and shards of virtues. He slithered and stalked with the finest menace, the veils and shades of corruption, of damnation, taut, rigid malice, unyielding, unattainable, pernicious puissance, consigning the world to oblivion, to desecration, to fiendish, diabolical persistence, unraveling, uncurling, unfurling the well-wishes of paragons. With a sinuous pause, a serpentine reflection, he changed the course of his motions, driving licentious movements and motions towards the borders instead of the caverns, alterations defined by the reeling scent of unfamiliarity. Perhaps the Reaper would have struck with more ferocity, with rancorous vehemence, with vicious, violent mayhem and bedlam, had the wind not carried the Impersonator’s presence entangled with the stranger’s. Instead of striking against the rime with a remorseless, savage state, he merely awakened into the broader emblem of frost and snow as the ruthless vessel, the moving statue, the shifting monolith. Warrior art and soldier sculpture, the impassive, stoic pinnacles and merciless stare accompanied one beast to another; to Arah, an extension of his cranium, out of respect, out of gratitude for one more beast added to their arsenal, and to the fellow stag, a searching gaze, examining, processing, inspecting. Argent and blue mixed with enough horns to gauge an opponent in multiple ways, a pelt fashioned for Siberia, a scrutiny derived to seek out power, indulgences, aptitude, capabilities. The northern King trusted Arah’s ability to seek out worthy subjects, she wouldn’t have returned with some weak, despairing individual, inept and unfit, but the beast still stirred a length of words, addressing the newfound blade. “Deimos, Lord of the Basin.” A pause followed, and he almost returned to taciturn, hushed, quiet endeavors, until his jaws parted once more and sought to extend the introductions, albeit brief and succinct. “Who are you?” And the underlying questions, beyond the formalities, churned amongst his Machiavellian mind.How can you help us in our resurgence? What can you offer us? Strength? Endurance? Fortitude? Might?