DEIMOS
They believe nothing can reach us
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
A good soldier, the beast followed commands and orders, his torch upright, his bag on his back, the impending, foreboding omens resting along his shoulders, entrenched into his spine, contorting over the framework of his mind. Why hadn’t they heard anything? Even in the darkest corridors and routes of the last cave-in, the screams of others had bounded and echoed through, kept them going despite the constant bombardment of danger and treachery. Here – there was naught, naught but the scent of blood and death from their previous massacres. He narrowed his eyes but said nothing of his speculation, brow furrowed, back into nonchalance.
They returned to the scene of their previous hunt, and his gaze went to the rockslide. “I will help,” nodding, indicating towards the mass of boulders and stones. He stuck his torch along the wall, satchel still maintained, before reaching forward, hastening up a few more solid looking rocks, and grabbing hold of some from the top. He’d drop down again, placing the artifact elsewhere, off to the side, away and out of danger, before doing the same thing once more. Whether or not Jigano opted to stay or meander down another route was entirely up to him.
They returned to the scene of their previous hunt, and his gaze went to the rockslide. “I will help,” nodding, indicating towards the mass of boulders and stones. He stuck his torch along the wall, satchel still maintained, before reaching forward, hastening up a few more solid looking rocks, and grabbing hold of some from the top. He’d drop down again, placing the artifact elsewhere, off to the side, away and out of danger, before doing the same thing once more. Whether or not Jigano opted to stay or meander down another route was entirely up to him.
They're wrong
