Username:Grifforik
Link to Partner's Form:IBrevityViscling Name:Deimos
Name Meaning:The son of Ares and Aphrodite. He accompanied Ares into battle, as well as his father's attendants, Trembling, Fear, Dread and Panic
Viscling Gender:Male
Personality:perceptive || exuberant || creative || commanding
Deimos is a strangely exuberant demon, having sprung forth with no knowledge of where he'd come from, and no loyalties from where he's been. He cares about very little, and causes mayhem in general where ever he goes. However, he rarely causes harm to others. Which probably makes him a very defective demon indeed. A matter he is completely fine with. The strange new emotions flowing through him often stem from new experiences. He loves to travel, and is almost always excited to discover new places. Rarely will you see him outside of city's, as he dislikes the country life and how boring he finds it, preferring the company of crowds, that allow him to run amok and cause mischief where ever he goes.
More often than not, it gets in into odd and hilarious situations, though he almost always pulls himself out of them. His personality and magnetic charm, combined with his adorable looks, tends to lead others into believing whatever wild story he makes up to get himself free. Something he finds rather amusing and useful.
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Viscling's Role in Relationship:Deimos remembered very little of his conception. He had vague dreams of it sometimes, dreamed of the wet heat of a cave and the rumble of shifting earth but always when he would awaken the memories would scatter like birds. He contented himself with his life here, among the human thieves and their clever hands, and found amusement in stealing jewelry from pockets or even off an outstretched finger. Deimos lost himself in the exuberant lie of stealing and stopped thinking so mulishly on his dreams. Perhaps they were but nightmares that failed to frighten.
He had been with the humans for some time (the concept of time was sometimes difficult for him, so he could not say whether it had been months or years) when he first saw the angel. He felt heat before he saw the other, heat like the comfort of the sun on your back accompanied by a fresh and soft smell like a flower eased into bloom by a breeze. He turned in interest and saw across the street a bright colored viscling staring at him, his purple eyes widened almost comically. The viscling made as if to step towards him and Deimos realized with a start that his humans had moved on; so he turned and ran after them, crowding in among their legs, trying to forget the lingering feeling of the sun.
When he saw the angel again a week later he was startled into complacency. The angel cornered him and asked for his name, pleaded with him until reluctantly he said, "Deimos." The angel, of course, was named Ionas, a name light and pretty on the tongue. He said he was here to save folks. He said he wanted to save him.
Deimos at first did not quite know what to make of this development. Initially he wanted to return to his human gang but Ionas urged him to stay by his side. He said it would be safer, though Deimos wasn't certain what he was so afraid of. Still, he liked the way the smaller spoke with his pretty words and careless smiles and so he stayed, allowing Ionas to drag him into the countryside if only to transport them to another city.
Ionas told Deimos stories of his birthplace, of the gilded halls of heaven, and so in response Deimos shared with him his dreams. Sometimes the sensations were difficult to put to words but Ionas seemed to understand this and he always listened very carefully and quietly when Deimos spoke of it. He never asked questions. Instead, a week after Deimos had first told him of his dreams, Ionas declared them friends. Deimos was not familiar with the word but Ionas told him friends were "two individuals who like one another and want to spend time together". He said they were "going to help each other find a home". Deimos, who had never had a home but a cot perhaps that the humans dragged over for him to sleep on, laughed at this prospect. But Ionas insisted, and what Ionas asked for Deimos could not help but give, so they continued to travel, looking for somewhere they could be content.
They passed through many groups of viscets in the wilds and even a few smaller packs ranging throughout urban alleyways and old houses but Ionas always moved them on before the end of the night. Deimos finally asked after this one night, asked Ionas why they had never stayed with those viscets they had encountered. Ionas had sighed and said simply that they did not understand. Deimos thought on this for a long while, struggling to decipher the vague response. What did they not understand?
(Deimos, who did not know what 'demon' meant, did not hear the whispers of the viscets they met and then shortly left. He did not hear Ionas tell them sharply to stop speaking such evil, did not hear the small blonde viscling telling adults three times his size that he was disappointed with their behavior. If he had, perhaps he would have known what Ionas had meant when he had said they did not understand.)
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