His inward laugh still resounded like a bark, shaking a few more stray droplets as they continued to cut through crowds or ensured some moved around them; given Deimos’ commanding and ominous frame. I did not dare find out, and we all learned to swim. He gave her a wry glance, a slight wrinkle to his nose, before angling around another alleyway, long strides sweeping across formidable and familiar grounds, energy rampant now that his appetite had been sated for a brief interim. There’d been other threats later – like war, that had done most of them in. I trusted my mother was not lying about the circumstances. He shrugged his shoulders; as if his homeland hadn’t been a daunting, capricious world. We had enough monsters of our own own kind.
He always figured everyone else knew about his non-native status though; but given Lyra’s inquiry, it’d been an incorrect presumption. Outlander. I was born in Isilme. And carried through terrains and lifetimes. Were you always in Torchline?
He always figured everyone else knew about his non-native status though; but given Lyra’s inquiry, it’d been an incorrect presumption. Outlander. I was born in Isilme. And carried through terrains and lifetimes. Were you always in Torchline?
Deimos
we're all killers
