Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
The study and perusal didn’t seem to last long; perhaps it was the dread and apprehension coating through the lotus, or merely the expanse of what it encompassed. Taking it as permission, Deimos drew the sentiments of fire from his veins, and the magic pulsed strongly, despite the rain, smothering and smoldering against the plant until it seethed and tore and bled out its scent (the Sword blinked away a number of fast maneuvering nightmares from his eyes), and then became nothing more than ash.
Scattering that in the wind, he drew upwards again, no longer needing to crouch in the sodden earth. “Did you want to see anything else?” There were other pathways and portions to explore, and maybe something far more intriguing and interesting to the demigod than a doomed and damned void plant; not wanting the trip to be a reel of disappointment.
Scattering that in the wind, he drew upwards again, no longer needing to crouch in the sodden earth. “Did you want to see anything else?” There were other pathways and portions to explore, and maybe something far more intriguing and interesting to the demigod than a doomed and damned void plant; not wanting the trip to be a reel of disappointment.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
