It was the dead of night and a fire blazed out in the sands near the wastes, a great bonfire fed by the fire dragon - for Deimos was something of a pyromaniac - or one with a love of fire, made of the burning light as he was.

Two slitted pairs of eyes stared out into the flame as though it held all the answers - stoking it if it blazed lower than before as the night waned on.

Across from the crimson dragon rested the icy spectre of Phobos and curled against him the ink dipped form of Susurrus - the two had long since fallen asleep watching Deimos and his blaze, for once at peace.

The vengeful one smiled fondly, no doubt the peace would be intended upon soon enough - but hopefully whoever it was would have some thought for waking the two - they did so rarely have a moment of restful sleep.

there were no need for fire in the pitt, jack had thought. since his appearance in the sand dune's to join a place such as the pitt: he had seen nothing more than a torch fire, and the reason were obvious. ruins of ash still stained the desert even as dust storms a many ravaged the above ground that the pitt had once called their camp.

Fire brought with it a lot of bad memories for the older members that still remembered. aine couldn't stand it- or at least couldn't stand the ones that had started the fire before he joined. He knew other's felt the same, if only by the sight of the three lumbering newcomers being the sole occupants near it. jack never liked fire, he much preferred ice: it were the better element, fire wrought destruction and consumed without reason beyond to fuel it's internal heat.

jack was no afraid of fire, and beyond this hasn't seen much of such a large pyre of it: so call the marauder curious for the reason. but he was there, curling in the flickering shadows before he stepped in the projected light. his fur like a bright beacon in it's reflection. eyes contrast to the red and brazen warm colors, jack were nothing but a cold fellow in appearance: even if he proved with his personality to be quite differ- as long as you were on the right side of him.

but still, there was a silence, and jack felt wrong to break it. he prowled out of the shadows of the night and stepped towards the dragon- the cause of the fire he assumed, his two companions slumbering not far off. jack regarded the other in the silence before returning his sights towards the fire. "quite the sight"

Deimos knew of the burn scarred area of the Pitt, he’d flown above it many a time.

That being said he hadn’t bulked at making the bonfire for the three of them - it was folly to remain scared of something forever, and besides, this blaze was his to control.

Emberglow eyes slid to jack at his entrance - the chilly kodkod often made him think of Phobos when he’d caught glimpses of him below his patrol routes, if only for the superficial reason of both having icy powers

Maybe they’d be good friends about it, hm.

He inclined his head with a soft rumble ”indeed” of course then another voice joined them, unfamiliar to him though he’d seen him about and the red drake shifted shrugging ”I need a reason to enjoy something beautiful?” he asked quietly - before he offered a slight bow of his head to both ”Deimos” as an introduction

♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / imperator / lamby