Chain keeps us together

OOC: note to self, im timelining this before her worm thread


Damira did not speak right away, her brows furrowed as she stared out at the sea beyond the Island; the unknown expanse beyond. All of this had put things into perspective and much like her Grandfather before her, Damira had come to realise she was not so fond of change, that she liked things as they were and so they ought to stay that way. But even now she realised how unrealistic that was, that the peace and comfort she knew wouldn't last forever.

She exhaled, finding herself leaning Deimos' shoulder; she would never quite reach his heights or feats of strength as was simply more like her mother, with deep purples thrown into the mix. Damira thought she'd be able to hide her disquiet, but Deimos knew- because how could he not? Her lips were pursed, pulled back all tight and a tension had settled along her spine, sat more rigid than she used to, with her tail curled a little tighter around her haunch.

"I've heard things, that there are monsters out there. A disease." They were just rumours as far as she knew, but she supposed she wanted...reassurance, was it something to worry about?