Deimos
“Void pineapples…,” he repeated before laughing, shaking his head at the thought. But Belial was on it, sniffing through the underbrush as he followed along. The other mention of someone already being infected gave him pause, brows narrowing for a moment, wondering if he should ask who, or if it was being kept furtive and secret. “Noted. We will make an announcement when it is completed.” That way everyone would be aware, and it’d be open to the masses. His recollection of the blight, and the subsequent plague, meant the amount could rise before it dimmed.
The peryton seemed to have found something, so the Sword crouched down a bit, peeling away bits of long grass with his hands while being careful and meticulous in his perusal. “Congratulations.” And he meant it; especially with their proximity to Starfall. “Will you be attending Ronin’s meeting?” Because he had information to share, if not.
The peryton seemed to have found something, so the Sword crouched down a bit, peeling away bits of long grass with his hands while being careful and meticulous in his perusal. “Congratulations.” And he meant it; especially with their proximity to Starfall. “Will you be attending Ronin’s meeting?” Because he had information to share, if not.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
