Deimos
As much as the Sword preferred it, he expected he wouldn’t be alone for long. Not with the allure of something shattered into landscape, nor with rumors and lack of information scrawled in letters and reports. So his examination, with a brief furrowing of his brows, was cut off at the approach of another – gaze pinpointing immediately on the stranger nearby, head tilting, careful, quiet, and warrior poised in his swift deliberations.
It was rare nowadays for Deimos to find someone entirely unknown, but he didn’t recognize the man at all. Rising back to his full height, he stepped briefly away from the edge, rounding along to the left in quick strides, surmising intrigue from another angle. The rumble followed in his usual stoic manner, aloof and reticent when in the presence of the unfamiliar – people and events alike. “Only from recent information,” and that might have been on hunches and presumptions alone. “Someone thought they might be connected to the lights seen during LongNight.” But beyond that was anyone’s guess, for now, until other things, events, could be connected or understood. His shoulders shrugged, the uncertainty reeling heavier in his spine, pondering if this had anything to do with Safrin’s quest, and other intervals segmenting around. “Do you?”
It was rare nowadays for Deimos to find someone entirely unknown, but he didn’t recognize the man at all. Rising back to his full height, he stepped briefly away from the edge, rounding along to the left in quick strides, surmising intrigue from another angle. The rumble followed in his usual stoic manner, aloof and reticent when in the presence of the unfamiliar – people and events alike. “Only from recent information,” and that might have been on hunches and presumptions alone. “Someone thought they might be connected to the lights seen during LongNight.” But beyond that was anyone’s guess, for now, until other things, events, could be connected or understood. His shoulders shrugged, the uncertainty reeling heavier in his spine, pondering if this had anything to do with Safrin’s quest, and other intervals segmenting around. “Do you?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
