DEIMOS
“Gigantic, burrowing ones in Starfall,” he gestured vaguely with his jaw, in regards to the island far, far off in the distance somewhere, as if it was normal happenstance. “With no eyes.” If Danta wanted, Deimos could continue adding to the description, or present an image through water droplets. “I do not recommend coming across it,” to which he smirked, knowing the Ancient took care of himself, and likely had no inclinations towards actually advancing upon the dreaded isle itself.
While they searched, his eyes narrowed, focused on the branches and trying to discern shades of purple haze beneath boughs without giving themselves away. “How are things in the Grounds?” Last they’d spoken about it, the Maverick had been bothered (understandably so) by the dropped bodies.
Then he caught the telltale tail movement of one resting in the crook of a nearby tree’s limb; unassuming, likely waiting to drop on someone below. Rather than exclaiming anything, he pointed, giving and granting Dantalion the go ahead for his opportune massacre.
While they searched, his eyes narrowed, focused on the branches and trying to discern shades of purple haze beneath boughs without giving themselves away. “How are things in the Grounds?” Last they’d spoken about it, the Maverick had been bothered (understandably so) by the dropped bodies.
Then he caught the telltale tail movement of one resting in the crook of a nearby tree’s limb; unassuming, likely waiting to drop on someone below. Rather than exclaiming anything, he pointed, giving and granting Dantalion the go ahead for his opportune massacre.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
