DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Darkeye might not have seen himself as a danger, but based on the stories, and the sights for himself, Deimos disagreed on the opinion. His brow arched significantly at the notions of saving more at the Grounds had he been listened to – and perhaps that rancor could be shoved towards Sunjata – or it had come too little too late. Maybe the cleric intended to turn over a new means and measure in his pursuits, for the Sword also recalled the tale surrounding the relic in Stormbreak. There were always intricate pathways in dealing with alterations: to follow the course of history and the actions taken in those regards, or to see how an individual had changed?
A deep rumble followed, though the warning was deeply laden in its depths. “I will give you the opportunity,” to try, to listen, to adhere to what was asked. Pausing, withholding a long breath collecting in his lungs, he glanced towards the sky, at the hints of daylight beginning its less than subtle fade. “Do you need anything else?”
A deep rumble followed, though the warning was deeply laden in its depths. “I will give you the opportunity,” to try, to listen, to adhere to what was asked. Pausing, withholding a long breath collecting in his lungs, he glanced towards the sky, at the hints of daylight beginning its less than subtle fade. “Do you need anything else?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
