DEIMOS
“Probably not.” Deimos gave zero credibility to any swamp ventures in cuisine – certain the flavors would be unappealing – given his predilections towards the nature of the area. “Could always take another one home,” by way of suggestion, if she truly wanted to strive and try. There’d be more of a variety of things to parse through it, at any rate.
But then he watched, fervent and eager to decimate for any reason – as the snapping claws rose, flickering back and forth in schisms and short breadths. Were he in a note-taking mood, he might’ve snagged at a piece of parchment, but the Sword was on high alert, gaze narrowed, incantations pinpointed –
As it snagged, tugged, and pulled on the offering of the ursur skull. Maybe it’d been enticed. Maybe it was an avaricious thing. But for what it was worth, his eyes widened at the sight, having expected some marginal reason of destruction. A breath huffed thereafter, in a otherwise silent gesture of now what towards the Evergreen.
But then he watched, fervent and eager to decimate for any reason – as the snapping claws rose, flickering back and forth in schisms and short breadths. Were he in a note-taking mood, he might’ve snagged at a piece of parchment, but the Sword was on high alert, gaze narrowed, incantations pinpointed –
As it snagged, tugged, and pulled on the offering of the ursur skull. Maybe it’d been enticed. Maybe it was an avaricious thing. But for what it was worth, his eyes widened at the sight, having expected some marginal reason of destruction. A breath huffed thereafter, in a otherwise silent gesture of now what towards the Evergreen.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
