03-05-2016, 06:38 PM
But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
He has never been one to like the terrible cold the valley produced in the winter. His constant small walks through the pine trees were frequent attempts to keep himself warm and from the frost settling on his thick graying coat. Not that it would much matter. If it did, he'd be able to melt it instantly and dry his coat within seconds yet he didn't like to use his gift from the Valley unless it was absolutely necessary. The most he'd ever used it for was in order to form a pair of eyes in order to somewhat see those in front of him, and he liked it that way.
He wasn't like the others who used their gifts to their full extremes almost every time they came across someone new. He wasn't necessarily the flashy go-all-in type. But those eyes. Those eyes he could form he did like using. And it wasn't for shock value, no. It was done because he truly cherished the way the gift allowed him to view the world still, even if painted in flame and smoke. In reality the Jaguar king considered the fire a blessing, when most would see it as a curse. Simply because of those eyes it allowed him to create.
He is standing still, unknowingly having come to a stop when the sound of the unusual shuffling of Elysium's six legs drifted along on the wind and to his small little spot. He turns then, towards the man as he appears from the shadows, eyes of flame swirling fast, the colors of green, blue, and purple twisting and turning together quickly as they catch sight of the moth made equine. It takes the Valley king a moment, but he finally sees the legs that cause the unusual noise the delicate wings and moth like features and with a smile of amusement he tilts his head. "You are quite unusual. Though that isn't a bad thing."
You could easily say that Demian drove to fill the Valley with misfits, the unusual, the different. The Valley was becoming a round peg in a square hole and he loved how many differences it held within among it's members. "Good morning though, Elysium." A small smile tilts at the corners of his lips as he nods respectfully to the moth made horse, his shoulders rolling in a soft shrug as he continues on. "I think that is a good idea though it has already started," he sighs softly.
Demian had originally sought for the war as well, agreed to it, sided with the Chamber regardless of their lack of numbers and he had stuck to his alliance and his agreements, though his heart wasn't fully in it. Demian wasn't a fighter and he didn't wish to be. His main focus was to rebuild the Valley. Though that wasn't to say that he hadn't done his part. He had recruited Pollock the Murderer, sent the man after the children. He had sent a group of the other side to their deaths with a once gate's king as their leader. And soon he'd send a woman as the last act.
It was always said that death comes in threes.
And well, Demian was making it a reality.
"I doubt the falls will agree to an alliance with us, at least during this time of war. They haven't ever been one's to fight. Though I think that we could at least try and get to know them. I want you to be kind to their new king and queen. See what is happening. How they are fairing. Maybe a friendship could fire up a future situation." He bites his bottom lip in thought. "I think Cress going with you would be a good idea, though she may disappear into the throng of the fight. Do not be too upset if she doesn't show... Anyway, I have a feeling you're highly capable of doing this on your own." He smiles a bit more then before shifting his weight from one side to the other. "What do you think about the Tundra, Ely? I haven't heard anything from them."
demian.
uhhhhhh...... i forgot how to word.
i blame medical law studies :|