Deimos
A barrage of stones assaulted, conforming and transforming her incantations into something else – differentials, variables, alterations, for the elements always offered such benefits that others may not. His makeshift birds, piled deftly into thrown sticks, fell apart and made a dramatic, outlandish death knell, spiraling in rolls and zeal, before crashing into the ground. She was subsequently released from the roots, with enough of a snort from him on the sidelines to follow with a rumble of his tones. “Another monster felled,” came with a boyish grin and a wrinkle of his nose. “Much improvement though.” Machinations and calculations, even in the silliness of whims and capricious efforts – all serving and lending to a greater moment searing on the horizon.
His head tilted, a vague notion circumventing through his mind, before asking outright – better communication than simply aiming to appease or guess. “Feeling better?”
His head tilted, a vague notion circumventing through his mind, before asking outright – better communication than simply aiming to appease or guess. “Feeling better?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
