Deimos
Snorting upon her return, and pat to his head and fur, he soon shifted back into his residual form, stretching out long arms and consequently, and purposefully, bumping her with an elbow. “Good,” and he wrinkled his nose back at her, before his gaze went towards the tree again, with its mass of offerings, figuring it’d be enough for now. “We will have to do it again sometime.” Promises of bloodshed were always something to exist between them – it’d been occurring for some years now – and unleashed a light laugh to coincide with the statement, before they dispersed, away from Greatwood entanglements and back into others.
[FIN]
[FIN]
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
