06-23-2017, 03:31 PM
Deimos grips onto his victim, squeezing his heart, bringing him up into the air so the red eyed waste could look his own death in the eyes. A low, menacing whisper cloaks his words as he responds to Gryffen, daring him to refute the Son of Mars. “Watch your tongue, you pompous bag of ass” he says. He barely has enough time rescinding his grip on the man’s heart and retrieving it from his chest, before a girl walks through the forest, and deigns to thump him on the flank. You are killing him! she says, shrieking unattractively. Deimos drops Gryffen to the ground, having swung his head to where the girl with this third eyes stands. He snorts a hot angry breath outward, pushing back this little thing from his body. “If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn’t need to look him in the eye,” he hisses.
his wings fading into nothingness as the bones crack and his pelt is replaced with black leathery scales. The war machine takes steps toward her, one clawed foot after another. His body is somewhere between a lizard and a dinosaur, his forked tongue wrapping around Giohde’s neck and pulling her in to the commune of their circle. You need bodies? Deimos whispers to Gryff’s mind. Here is someone expendable.
Behind them all watching this, is one that piques Deimos’ interest. Thinking he was sly. Thinking he was special. He was not. A hot angry growl sits inside Deimos belly as brimstone charcoal reigns down in the direction of where Ouija is attempting to hide. Come out, Come out. I have a game we can play, if you can be nice. A dark voice echoes inside the black appaloosa’s head. It is Deimos.
He has grown bored. He will not say it allowed, and he will not allow the son of Cross to make a mockery of him. But feeling the girl so close to him, feeling the shudder of inflicting his will upon the weak.
He has definitely missed this.
his wings fading into nothingness as the bones crack and his pelt is replaced with black leathery scales. The war machine takes steps toward her, one clawed foot after another. His body is somewhere between a lizard and a dinosaur, his forked tongue wrapping around Giohde’s neck and pulling her in to the commune of their circle. You need bodies? Deimos whispers to Gryff’s mind. Here is someone expendable.
Behind them all watching this, is one that piques Deimos’ interest. Thinking he was sly. Thinking he was special. He was not. A hot angry growl sits inside Deimos belly as brimstone charcoal reigns down in the direction of where Ouija is attempting to hide. Come out, Come out. I have a game we can play, if you can be nice. A dark voice echoes inside the black appaloosa’s head. It is Deimos.
He has grown bored. He will not say it allowed, and he will not allow the son of Cross to make a mockery of him. But feeling the girl so close to him, feeling the shudder of inflicting his will upon the weak.
He has definitely missed this.
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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