and the only solution was to stand and fight
The world had churned into a cyclical nuance of dread, apprehension, tension, and then measures of calm, before starting all over again. Where they’d believed they renewed and repaired enough of Starfall’s damage, there came a brief lull, and then more ensuing strife. To hear the Greatwood had been consumed by the void, rather than nature itself (as perhaps the Fae would’ve preferred) was another gnawing collective to add into the fit of his ribs. Because – if that world could be devoured, what about the rest of them?
It shouldn’t have been surprising then, to know it’d be the three of them venturing in. Like olden days, where none of them seemed capable of stopping themselves from wandering into the nearest curiosity. After discussions with Evie, and arrangements with fellow guards and soldiers, he flew over – lowering himself gradually by eagle formation rather than massive thunderbird, to meander into the woods once more.
He'd just been here last season, and to see the alterations and changes seem so immediate and discerning carved another niche in his chest, eyes flickering over the trees, the churning and despairing collapse of something once so prominent, bold, and otherworldly. The Sword didn’t take his time though, hearing Ronin and Remi ahead, and not wanting to keep them waiting – long strides sweeping in after their murmurs. “Charming,” came on a deep rumble of his announced greeting, pushing aside a long, purplish limb and vine trying to snake in his direction. “Hope you are doing well, despite…” he gestured towards their surroundings. “Do we know if anyone still lives here?”
It shouldn’t have been surprising then, to know it’d be the three of them venturing in. Like olden days, where none of them seemed capable of stopping themselves from wandering into the nearest curiosity. After discussions with Evie, and arrangements with fellow guards and soldiers, he flew over – lowering himself gradually by eagle formation rather than massive thunderbird, to meander into the woods once more.
He'd just been here last season, and to see the alterations and changes seem so immediate and discerning carved another niche in his chest, eyes flickering over the trees, the churning and despairing collapse of something once so prominent, bold, and otherworldly. The Sword didn’t take his time though, hearing Ronin and Remi ahead, and not wanting to keep them waiting – long strides sweeping in after their murmurs. “Charming,” came on a deep rumble of his announced greeting, pushing aside a long, purplish limb and vine trying to snake in his direction. “Hope you are doing well, despite…” he gestured towards their surroundings. “Do we know if anyone still lives here?”
DEIMOS
