Deimos
Hoping the statement was true, the Sword snorted and immediately began repairing the unwinding, undone threads in the target, content with motion amidst the plotting and planning. Nodding at the insinuation of both actions, and committing them to the back of his mind, his brow arched at the notions of politics. A long sigh unfurled, expression drawn to clear reticence. “Things still remain fairly neutral, though Stormbreak needs to rein in a certain Dragoon. I have heard the Greatwood no longer has a leader, and that Torchline has gained Flora alongside Hadama after Harper left.” A bizarre series of events that he really could only justify on the Stormbreak end; the rest seemed to be unraveling bit by bit.
That Vi didn’t have a clear indication on proceedings worried the Warden, and his brows furrowed once more. “So it is not something that merely disappeared.” Or fell apart, or anything else. His jaw clenched, gaze narrowing dangerously as he stared at the effigy, then continued contorting and creating more strands and filaments for the once gaping wound and stuffing. “We do not even know what to search for.” Unless it was within the weather, the plants, and everything else; proving to be an even more irritating onslaught.
That Vi didn’t have a clear indication on proceedings worried the Warden, and his brows furrowed once more. “So it is not something that merely disappeared.” Or fell apart, or anything else. His jaw clenched, gaze narrowing dangerously as he stared at the effigy, then continued contorting and creating more strands and filaments for the once gaping wound and stuffing. “We do not even know what to search for.” Unless it was within the weather, the plants, and everything else; proving to be an even more irritating onslaught.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
