Deimos
the resurrected sword
Hunting. Damaging. Destroying. Massacring. Rampaging. Those were age-old instincts, primordial vows, a cluster of anointments and consecrations burrowed deep into his soul. It was where he reached now as he threaded through the forest, as his massive paws settled into the earth, as desperation and distraction turned into something more vicious, more tangible. Out here it didn’t matter, because inherent blood would enrich and scatter their souls, predacious manners would slip into their psyches, and they could watch the world bleed, drown, without the rest of them fumbling into naught.
He waited to see if others would join, if the rest of the suffering world wanted a chance to brutalize, to slip mayhem into something they could orchestrate, control, unravel from the seams. While in human form he’d dragged his cart over to the fringes of the grove, settled it there for when they came back with meat, with things besides minds occupied by every other damned thing in this hellhole. And if it grew into silence, he’d maneuver on his own, serpentine into the enigmatic woods until he’d snagged and mauled, until something felt real again.
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Any fellow Attuned are welcome to join in for a little bit of hunting! <3
1.Oliver
2. Sunjata
3.Rance
4.Jigano
He waited to see if others would join, if the rest of the suffering world wanted a chance to brutalize, to slip mayhem into something they could orchestrate, control, unravel from the seams. While in human form he’d dragged his cart over to the fringes of the grove, settled it there for when they came back with meat, with things besides minds occupied by every other damned thing in this hellhole. And if it grew into silence, he’d maneuver on his own, serpentine into the enigmatic woods until he’d snagged and mauled, until something felt real again.
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Any fellow Attuned are welcome to join in for a little bit of hunting! <3
1.
2. Sunjata
3.
4.
and oh, poor atlas
the world's a beast of a burden
the world's a beast of a burden
