DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
One could never quite understand the motivations of predators – tree or otherwise – but to watch the maneuvering timber widened Deimos’ eyes to the more horrors and possibilities of the world around them. There could be far worse things cloaked like daggers amidst the palms and bone fixtures, and with such knowledge came the instinctual trepidation clinging to his ribs and hearts and marrow.
But now wasn’t the time for inward perils or reflections – action was the only nuance they needed to find. Inquiries and answers could come later.
The Ancient’s claws struck fast, but they were left in the open air, entangled in only leaves and ether as the limber columns moved faster than her.Liam, despite being newly acquainted with the bow, found himself steadfast and sturdy, swiping at the newfound beast with the notched flames, where it landed precariously in one of the lower limbs. Noah too would find himself out of its clutches, for now, as it reared back from another lodging of arrows.
So when Deimos drew forth his inherent fire, the predator was already hissing through its writhing roots; the whispers droned on and on, echoing across forests and groves and canopies and boughs, dreadful and ominous.
And still, after all this, it didn’t back off.
Fully aflame and incensed, it remained completely indifferent to its disastrous wake. Sensing an opportunity, one of the serpentine vines reached out once more, begging and craving a victim, and seeking out Maea in this juncture.
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Maea has missed, but Liam, Noah, and Deimos have all hit. The palm isn’t done yet though, and is reaching out for Maea.
What will you do next? No post order!
Voidbark Dude: 171/300
But now wasn’t the time for inward perils or reflections – action was the only nuance they needed to find. Inquiries and answers could come later.
The Ancient’s claws struck fast, but they were left in the open air, entangled in only leaves and ether as the limber columns moved faster than her.
So when Deimos drew forth his inherent fire, the predator was already hissing through its writhing roots; the whispers droned on and on, echoing across forests and groves and canopies and boughs, dreadful and ominous.
And still, after all this, it didn’t back off.
Fully aflame and incensed, it remained completely indifferent to its disastrous wake. Sensing an opportunity, one of the serpentine vines reached out once more, begging and craving a victim, and seeking out Maea in this juncture.
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Maea has missed, but Liam, Noah, and Deimos have all hit. The palm isn’t done yet though, and is reaching out for Maea.
What will you do next? No post order!
Voidbark Dude: 171/300
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
