It was odd to behold the very spaces dreams had conjured and shown. In some portions, perhaps Deimos had hoped that it’d been fragments of nothing but possibilities, rather than the humbling truth of the matter. But there it was, tangible and horrific, displaying only figments of what could’ve been. I am, once again, glad we did not have to fight down here. Too closed in. There wouldn’t have been any evasion from any other individuals from the Family, like Pierce, sliding in with his ability and forcing them to shut down every ounce of magic or shift in their frames.
And then what would it have been down to? Fists? Weapons? Luck and determination and then nothing at all?
The hound took another deep breath, wandering and meandering through the small, enclosed space, nose to the air and then to the ground. And that they took whatever this was with them. To likely inhabit some other distant world, and start the process again. Think they would ever return?
And then what would it have been down to? Fists? Weapons? Luck and determination and then nothing at all?
The hound took another deep breath, wandering and meandering through the small, enclosed space, nose to the air and then to the ground. And that they took whatever this was with them. To likely inhabit some other distant world, and start the process again. Think they would ever return?
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
