DEIMOS
Deimos rarely went somewhere without a dual purpose lately – and mostly driven by the ongoing Starfall saga. There were hordes of people saying to do things and take time for himself, but the opportunities were rare, and even then, he’d feel guilty that he wasn’t doing something to advance their forefront on the constant debacles infesting their lives.
So off he went to King’s End, to snag at what he could.
Though he wasn’t alone, and his company was entertaining enough. Peering amidst the several trees on the old pathways and routes, he snorted, waiting for the inevitable feeling of dread to come warring through – and not just his own, residual apprehensions – to let them know they were closing in on some of the avaricious beasts. “I need some alive,” he mentioned to Dantalion, in case the Ancient thought to slaughter all of them. Ordinarily, the Sword wouldn’t take issue with any of that, but the dreaded isle loomed. “For wyrm bait."
So off he went to King’s End, to snag at what he could.
Though he wasn’t alone, and his company was entertaining enough. Peering amidst the several trees on the old pathways and routes, he snorted, waiting for the inevitable feeling of dread to come warring through – and not just his own, residual apprehensions – to let them know they were closing in on some of the avaricious beasts. “I need some alive,” he mentioned to Dantalion, in case the Ancient thought to slaughter all of them. Ordinarily, the Sword wouldn’t take issue with any of that, but the dreaded isle loomed. “For wyrm bait."
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
