DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The sentiments might have sounded simple, but they were far more than that for him, resounding in his ears as he permitted Belial to drift down the hall, still clinging to the back of his mind for lighter or darker hours. Granting merely a grin, he watched from the sidelines, waiting for some upheaval, keeping his emotions in check, as the meeting of companions began to take place.
Belial’s ears rose, legs frozen, for half a second, before scurrying towards the newcomer. No fangs, no wild antics, merely genuine curiosity and intrigue. Perhaps he’d matured, for the Sword expected a cacophony of sound and incessant bleating – but the carnivorous deer merely inched closer and closer, wings unfurling briefly, maybe to appear larger. Only when he was a foot or so away did he reach across with his nose, nares widening, to smell and possibly entice greetings towards the young jaguar. To his credit, the Warden tilted his head, mildly baffled and surprised.
Belial’s ears rose, legs frozen, for half a second, before scurrying towards the newcomer. No fangs, no wild antics, merely genuine curiosity and intrigue. Perhaps he’d matured, for the Sword expected a cacophony of sound and incessant bleating – but the carnivorous deer merely inched closer and closer, wings unfurling briefly, maybe to appear larger. Only when he was a foot or so away did he reach across with his nose, nares widening, to smell and possibly entice greetings towards the young jaguar. To his credit, the Warden tilted his head, mildly baffled and surprised.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
