Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Strides elongated along the cavern, familiar and formidable, undaunted and unbothered as the echoes and sounds of the dragon’s roar muted, then deafened altogether; seemingly out of its range. It gave him time to focus on the conversation, and the musings within it, rather than the context of potentially having to maul another cretin in their lair. “I think it would be wise to have some on hand, in case of…,” he dropped his voice off, shrugging his shoulders, uncertain how else to voice it and continue in the vague reaches and give nothing away. “More infestations, or other journeys.” Should the Family find another way to rid those worlds newly cleansed into something more devastating again, or any upcoming sojourns back to the hellish Starfall. At the other inquiry, he snorted – the laugh reverberated slightly off the walls, and he quieted his intonations and rumbles. “No.” Not by the way Koa had stated it. “But I doubted any of them would be.” Everest had yet to come along – and Sunjata was going to be a whole different can of worms.
