DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos hadn’t mentioned violence in regards to the upcoming meeting; whether or not Loren read too far into implications, or simply assumed, was up in the air, amongst the rest of the shambles and ominous, foreboding measures. Demands wasn’t necessarily built upon vehemence, but public outcry, rabbles, or other ruses, duplicities. While he’d often thrived on the pinnacles of force and vehemence, and in regards to Zariah, ultimately thought it would come down to which individuals finally snapped and mauled, it might not have to be a possibility with the aforementioned gathering. There were always other ways, other modes, other motives. Perhaps Loren was correct the exploits and endeavors of vitriol and vengeance; Helovia could’ve been the spiraling definition of what occurred amongst the pillars of revenge, renewal, and resurgence of animosity and hostility. “It will remain to be seen,” was all the beast could ensue or surmise for the moment, reserved for machinations and calculations when everything occurred. They could speculate until the world was on fire, and it still might not have made a difference.The summoner either seemed pleased or satisfied with the notion of Deimos not being interested in reigning – the Sword shrugged, neither irked or irritated by whatever settled in those roots. He’d never been suitable for the role, made very clear by his lengthy reign across the Basin. “Thank you for the information,” he nodded, a see you there almost added, but then deemed unnecessary, as they both hastened back to non-political matters.
- Finished
Unite and spread the heart apart
