DEIMOS
After snagging at the pods near the Suvahasi, and any meetings that needed to be attended, the Sword took to the skies. It’d be a long stretch of mileage from the desert to where he wanted to go, but his thunderbird form was a comfortable wave of movements over thermals and rushes of plumage; an opportunity to expand into some molds of liberation, deliverance, and freedom when he had the chance - the surge of the wind, the power of his endeavors. And eventually, he’d arrive to the outer portions of the Barrows, bordering upon the range of void infestation on the other side.
Swooping downwards, he landed and shifted, snagging at the bag of holding that had once been clutched in his talons. Placing it along his shoulders now instead, his long strides swept along the range, attempting to find a decent location.
In between two of the narrower barrows, he crouched, beginning to unfurl his Mastered Earth, parting over soil, loam, and terrain, intentions clear and precise.
Swooping downwards, he landed and shifted, snagging at the bag of holding that had once been clutched in his talons. Placing it along his shoulders now instead, his long strides swept along the range, attempting to find a decent location.
In between two of the narrower barrows, he crouched, beginning to unfurl his Mastered Earth, parting over soil, loam, and terrain, intentions clear and precise.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
