Deimos
For half a moment, he watched the fire recede, then flare back to life; head tilting not unlike that of a confused canine, eyes narrowing slightly. While Belial sounded the alarm that another approached, namely Danta from above, Deimos’ head swung upwards, releasing a snort at the greeting. The explanation didn’t need to come through. “Danta,” he acknowledged with that brief sentiment of wonder; pondering how long the other had been there. “Mm. I have even seem some around the Crag.” Which ordinarily wouldn’t make much sense, given its lack of trees, or growth, but Caido had unfurled enough confusion over the years that he’d simply blinked away much of the chaos – standing within it instead.
Which led back to the Ancient, of course. “Been enjoying them?” Not accusatory, but briefly amused, as the peryton hooted his obnoxious greetings over the rumble of the Warden’s voice.
Which led back to the Ancient, of course. “Been enjoying them?” Not accusatory, but briefly amused, as the peryton hooted his obnoxious greetings over the rumble of the Warden’s voice.
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
