DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Darkeye may not have been looking to prove himself, but Deimos had heard, and seen, enough of the man’s stories and adventures to be apprehensive of potential actions. The cleric often ran headlong into pursuits and exploits either without forethought or explanation, and the Sword had enough on his plate with impulsive, rash individuals. “I will hold you to that,” he countered, extending his hand out to the priest, wondering if this was another mistake. At the very least, he could give him admonitions and caveats. If the man didn’t listen, he simply wouldn’t be allowed or permitted to accompany their hunts. “Consider yourself joined,” in a swift handshake. “The guildhall is located in Halo, and we have quite a few journals, bounties, and notices.”
Pausing and deliberating, his eyes move away from the well, and back out into their surroundings. “We will likely be going on a hunt in early Flowerbirth, depending on information from locals.” He could imagine some animals or demons coming out of their winter hibernation, ready to haunt or taunt again.
Pausing and deliberating, his eyes move away from the well, and back out into their surroundings. “We will likely be going on a hunt in early Flowerbirth, depending on information from locals.” He could imagine some animals or demons coming out of their winter hibernation, ready to haunt or taunt again.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
