DEIMOS
Deimos was accustomed to trepidation and dread so much that it didn’t feel any different as he scoured his way through the blackened sand; just another gnawing edge at the pinnacle of his ribs. Pinpointing the totality of its reasons was a novelty itself – in between losses and revivals, healing and tenuous lines of Valkyrie exploits, the breadth of his shoulders felt heavy again, and now, with Sohalia’s letter and the ties of the unknown looming, more apprehension crawled down his spine. He’d somehow missed the story behind her disappearance, and simply wondered if it was just another loophole of grasping, tenuous lines. Or if that even mattered any longer; lost in the other measures and semblances of yesteryears.
He'd thought about bringing Erebos, then negated it entirely; the child would’ve been covered with the obsidian lacquer of the land, and it wouldn’t be fair to the boy to simply snag him as a means of distraction.
So sighing, he stared out across the vast landscape, glad, perhaps, that this one hadn’t been so drastically altered. Chunks of ice, occasionally crashing into one another with a larger wave, an overzealous wake of the churning earth – chaos he could understand.
Then thereafter there was only Sohalia’s call over the wind. He turned his head, otherwise stilling, watching her make her way across the surface. “Busy,” he mentioned when she came towards him – though for now it must’ve looked as if he was just trying to escape via the icy abyss. Which wouldn’t be far from the truth. “Yourself?”
He'd thought about bringing Erebos, then negated it entirely; the child would’ve been covered with the obsidian lacquer of the land, and it wouldn’t be fair to the boy to simply snag him as a means of distraction.
So sighing, he stared out across the vast landscape, glad, perhaps, that this one hadn’t been so drastically altered. Chunks of ice, occasionally crashing into one another with a larger wave, an overzealous wake of the churning earth – chaos he could understand.
Then thereafter there was only Sohalia’s call over the wind. He turned his head, otherwise stilling, watching her make her way across the surface. “Busy,” he mentioned when she came towards him – though for now it must’ve looked as if he was just trying to escape via the icy abyss. Which wouldn’t be far from the truth. “Yourself?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
