and the only solution was to stand and fight
Familiar with the carving of the pathways of the Hollowed Grounds, he walked past formations of ghosts from the corners of memories. He didn’t even pause to see old scars in the land from a Sparkbird’s depths, or the outlines of old homes in the distance – mind focused and honed on the task at hand – which was delivering the remains of the decimated vampire gourds from their recent trek amidst the Glade and Oasis.
He nodded to a few strangers on the way by, until he passed the blacksmith’s, immediately noting Astaroth. His brow arched for a moment, mostly out of curiosity, before pausing, configuring machinations. “Astaroth,” he greeted. “Making something?” He quirked a slight grin in the corner of his mouth, nodding towards the owner in the background – jostling the bag of vampire gourd portions over his shoulder. “Do you know of anyone who would appreciate raw pumpkin?”
He nodded to a few strangers on the way by, until he passed the blacksmith’s, immediately noting Astaroth. His brow arched for a moment, mostly out of curiosity, before pausing, configuring machinations. “Astaroth,” he greeted. “Making something?” He quirked a slight grin in the corner of his mouth, nodding towards the owner in the background – jostling the bag of vampire gourd portions over his shoulder. “Do you know of anyone who would appreciate raw pumpkin?”
DEIMOS
