DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Indifferent to his lack of healing measures – given Zuriel – his features remained in their stoic, reticent haze, casting glances at the wayward pumpkins, before tilting his head at the Ancient’s considerations – snorting at the semblances of being a prophet. “No, but I have met several,” including, but not limited to; Safrin, Ludo, and Nature Frey. He figured the Voice didn’t count, and she’d forced him to bow and glance away when Rexanna was being healed – and since she was gone, he tossed the notion out. “Safrin attuned me,” and he gave a quiet smile at the semblances; eternally grateful for the opportunity, and all the shifts rampaging underneath his skin.
As for the monsters, there were always plenty of other things to keep them entertained. “Even if those do not appear, the Grounds still has landsharks, banshees, and stone golems to keep you busy.” With potentially a number of other things, like Wicker Women and the bizarre, irritating Speaking Squirrels.
As for the monsters, there were always plenty of other things to keep them entertained. “Even if those do not appear, the Grounds still has landsharks, banshees, and stone golems to keep you busy.” With potentially a number of other things, like Wicker Women and the bizarre, irritating Speaking Squirrels.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
