this is the reckoning
If the envy peeked through, Deimos didn’t say anything about it. He’d been in that position before anyway – though he couldn’t recall ever being covetous over others; grateful, perhaps, that he’d had any at all. Circumstances were different for everyone, so he merely gave a snort at the response, before taking another leap at some more mud, feeling it shift between his claws, punctured, pierced, before following through on another bout of flames. They engulfed, swallowed, burnt, and consumed, and before long he’d unleashed a scarred bout of melted muck and grime around him.
Helping the Village was probably better than what he was doing now – antagonizing then destroying – but he shifted his shoulders into what could’ve been a canine-like shrug. We always think that, until it forms into something giant, and then ruined an entire festival or area, became a monster…lots of options for amalgamations in Caido.
Though before he could become sidetracked with those potentials, the greeting came forth, and he didn’t recognize the name. Deimos, he granted in response, ears flicking again. Do you live in the Greatwood? was on curiosity, but then he spotted some parts of the mire that seemed to be combining with one another and forming what could only be described as a miniature mudman.
Helping the Village was probably better than what he was doing now – antagonizing then destroying – but he shifted his shoulders into what could’ve been a canine-like shrug. We always think that, until it forms into something giant, and then ruined an entire festival or area, became a monster…lots of options for amalgamations in Caido.
Though before he could become sidetracked with those potentials, the greeting came forth, and he didn’t recognize the name. Deimos, he granted in response, ears flicking again. Do you live in the Greatwood? was on curiosity, but then he spotted some parts of the mire that seemed to be combining with one another and forming what could only be described as a miniature mudman.
DEIMOS
