DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Deimos watched, waited, for some measure of upheaval, havoc, sedition, or another level of antics from either side. So when nothing occurred, he blinked slowly, shaking his head in the bafflement. Snorting, he crouched to scratch Belial’s ears. “Maybe he’s maturing,” and left them be with a shrug of his shoulders. “I expected far worse.” For his efforts, the peryton hooted and batted at Micah’s tail with a cloven hoof, enough to inspire a roll of the Sword’s eyes.
But from there, they could persist and continue in their own rituals and routines, settling in with surprises and gains all over again.
{FIN <3}
But from there, they could persist and continue in their own rituals and routines, settling in with surprises and gains all over again.
{FIN <3}
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
