Lets paint the rocks red

Deimos walked off of the main island where Elysium made up their home, glancing toward the sky on occasion to watch the two young, black and white kites as they swooped through the sky over head. He had happened across an abandoned nest a while back and on a whim decided to try incubating the eggs to see if he could get them to hatch. He hadn't really expected much, but it had given him something to focus on during the stint of time where he had isolated himself to their den while his face was healing. He had never fancied himself the type to keep companions like his sisters, but since those eggs just so happened to hatch he felt like it was some sort of sign that he was meant to keep these guys around. Maybe they would prove themselves helpful at some point.

As he was wandering through Elysium's near by lands a howl went out, calling for a sparring partner, and his ears perked with interest. It had been a long time since he had been in a proper fight aside from the occasional skirmish with another predator or the handful of times he had landed himself in trouble, so he was inclined to stretch his muscles and give a friendly spar a go. He wasn't sure he had been in what he would call a "friendly" spar in years, but being back with his family meant that kind of thing was bound to pop up more often. He followed the sound of the call and found an albino woman at the other end—the younger woman that he knew to be his late sister's daughter. He hadn't had a chance to actually talk with his niece yet, but it was one of the things Manea had filled him in on when they reunited. "You rang?" he asked with a hint of a smirk as he approached her, leaving a bit of distance between them to create the battle field between them.

"Deimos Medacium"