DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He might’ve asked about the visions, the compelled sight that seemed to reach her within intriguing filaments and notions, but the moment was gone - his concentration too focused and honed in on ensuring Alys and his companion were out of the bizarre clutches of encantando mischief.
Deimos wondered if he should’ve let the peryton be doused and soaked, perhaps a reflection of his poor choices and growth from the experience, but the pathetic look on the deer’s face was enough. Immediately defused from his prior enthusiasm, the carnivorous, and obnoxious, beast was sent through the sky without his own power or persistence, left to hang there and be flown back into the Sword’s clutches, with Alys’s support. In the end, he looked much like a toddler, suddenly stuck under his bonded’s elbow.
While all this was going on though, the dolphins took careful aim, maneuvering the cloud to rampage towards their cluster of individuals again.
Deimos wondered if he should’ve let the peryton be doused and soaked, perhaps a reflection of his poor choices and growth from the experience, but the pathetic look on the deer’s face was enough. Immediately defused from his prior enthusiasm, the carnivorous, and obnoxious, beast was sent through the sky without his own power or persistence, left to hang there and be flown back into the Sword’s clutches, with Alys’s support. In the end, he looked much like a toddler, suddenly stuck under his bonded’s elbow.
While all this was going on though, the dolphins took careful aim, maneuvering the cloud to rampage towards their cluster of individuals again.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
