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Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Deimos) - Heartfire - 05-31-2017 show them the joy and the pain and the ending There is something about the new lands that is incredibly intriguing to the white-laced blue mare. Something indefinable that draws her every time. She had been here before, of course, but she had hardly been here to admire the scenery. Of course, she is not necessarily here to admire the scenery today either, but rather to see who else might have discovered these new lands for themselves. i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts @[Spink] RE: Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Deimos) - Deimos - 06-03-2017 There was a light breeze that picked up and tousled his hair as it fell in front of his eyes. So much was gone from his world, and he found that for the first time in his rather extensive existence, that he held just a bit of regret that they had not gone a bit better. His heart rattled and pumped as he moved through the trees, silent like death, as his eyes drew an invisible line through the trees, an acidic breath escaping from him as his heavily knotted chest rose and fell with the exhale that told him he was still alive. Pollock was gone. Bruise was gone. Pangea was gone. And even Ecco had withered and faded away, such that she did. And he, the demon known as the War Machine, had remained. He always remained. And it was getting tiresome. A grim look set upon his features as he saw a creature that was both hard and soft making her way to his location—where he lurked in the shadow. There was not much upon his mind today, except to say that his foul mood was not out of the ordinary. A gruff exterior set upon a massively scarred body; those characteristic leathery wings with membranes outstretched across a wingspan that could cast a shadow against a storm cloud. His talons pulsated angrily. He has not had a victim in so long… And he is itching… Itching. Death is so permanent, its beautiful. Except it wasn’t so beautiful, or perfect for him. He was a dead man walking. And so when the curious looking female comes closer he admires her hardness… and her softness. He is after all, male. Leather and lace. Bad and good. So good. And yet, he does not move from his place. His appreciation of her still does not propel his need to explore more about her. She like all of them, is beneath him. He could strip her meat from her bones if he wished… He just can’t be bothered. If she catches his presence… Well. He quietly hoped she would, even if he would not admit it to himself. DEIMOS cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war… HTML by Call RE: Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Deimos) - Heartfire - 06-05-2017 show them the joy and the pain and the ending It is the way of the world, the ebb and flow of time. Mountains rise and mountains crumble, and over it all, night after night, the sun sets, oblivious to the vagaries of the world it watches over. She too watches the world, but she is not oblivious. No, she lives in the midst of it, as much a part of it as the scarred magician hiding amongst the trees her sight has aimlessly struck upon. i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts Sorry :| Rood Heartfire is rood RE: Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Deimos) - Deimos - 06-06-2017 He had not been around when Pangea had fallen. Where he had been—he did not know, and certainly did not care. He had not been a fan of the wasteland to begin with. It smelled too much like Carnage. He hated the way that bastard was now parading himself among the stars like a God. The evolution of power to surpass the bounds of magic… No rules even garnered by death, while Deimos himself is strapped down to the ground like mere mortal scratching out a living, carving his memories from the rocks that were bellowing out of the fires of Hell itself. It was disgusting. So when the scar on the lands had fallen, it was with a curled lip and a good riddance that Deimos turned tail and descended back into the bowels of the Black Forest. Once again homeless, but while he had searched for Ecco—and found himself unable to find her—he was reacquainted with the peace and solitude that comes from remaining in the company of one. Until the blue and white laced woman comes and tears down his little leaf cave. Deimos audibly huffs. A knee-jerk sound that starts as a rumble from the center of his chest. It emanates as puffs of black smoke protruding from his nostrils, and with a blink, the leaves are back in place, as if they’d never been. So the woman he’d been watching has power, does she? His chest heaves, and he steps out of the bushes—which immediately burn up the moment he is gone from their camouflage. Narrowing, angry eyes are set on her now, and those black wings are pulsing with the urge to strike. “Hello.” He sees into her mind—sees her for what she is. Silence is set upon his stony features as recognition sets in, but he lets nothing out slip by. Simple words come from him then, short and staccato—a voice that was deep and fiery. Dangerous. “You have my attention.” DEIMOS cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war… HTML by Call I dont' know what is wrong with me. These are terrible words. I sorry. :/ RE: Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Deimos) - Heartfire - 06-11-2017 show them the joy and the pain and the ending She had watched the wasteland fall into the sea. It was with no small amount of satisfaction that she had watched the waters surge forward, claiming that desolate stretch of earth foot by foot, until nothing had remained but the lapping of the waves. Some had died. Many more had not. She had even welcomed one into the midst of her home. i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts RE: Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Deimos) - Deimos - 06-16-2017 The days had grown dark for the man who had come into his own moment. Long and bewildering, time stretched slowly as the days turned into weeks and months. Immortality and the stink of never dying, and yet ever decaying, is one that Deimos knows well. And in the moment that Heartfire makes herself known to him, his red gaze settles upon her blue eyes, he knows he has seen those eyes before. One cannot live as long as he has without viewing the same eyes more than once. A bristling heat from him causes a small twitch in his upper lip as he settles his weight, looking at her. That she was not afraid of him did not surprise him. Not many were left who remembered the old days. The blood and the gore and the glory that came with the scent of bathing in the viscera of a defeated enemy. War, and the taking of power, did not exist in this new gentler Beqanna, and those with any sense of the old days were without a purpose—floundering… he ached to kill again. To feel her throat under his hoof as he pushed her into the ground. Would she crack? Would she like it as much he would? She accuses him; He stands, a dark look of humorous irony settling upon his face. “You mistake lust for intrigue. You know you are beautiful, and you have the power to prove it. I was content to watch. You were content to content to make yourself known to me by demonstrating that power.” His voice is thick, his heavy-lidded gaze heavy as he looks down at her, his wings pulsing their fingers hungrily. “You are not afraid of me, and yet you do not know what manner of man you have stumbled across.” Then, a hiss. “You are either very brave, or very foolish. Both I find to be…most appealing” DEIMOS cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war… HTML by Call RE: Show them the joy and the pain and the ending (Deimos) - Heartfire - 06-23-2017 show them the joy and the pain and the ending Oh, the river of misassumption is astounding, and she nearly laughs aloud at it. i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts |