Deimos
the resurrected sword
The reality of attuned natures were great in one aspect, and then somewhat foolish in the next. He’d always known who he was with when shifting – except for now, with new alterations, shapes, and faces, the view might have been totally unrecognizable. Small cats, bats, more ravens, and then the only familiarity was the ivory fox (Jigano; and how odd to think it was a relief to see him). His ursine eyes addressed them all, staring from one to the next, out of place notions the only thing that ensured they were of the same nature – Attuned, ready to embark on the sojourn for food; save for a few more moments of well-placed titles and callings, rather than fraternize haphazardly into the unknown. I intended to go hunting, and his broad head nodded, indicating the cart where they’d be able to store their wares after. But perhaps we should introduce ourselves first. Then, of course, if some of them weren’t inclined to go scrambling through the forest for meals, they would be free to go. I am Deimos. His stare went back and forth again, presuming his name would be enough, and nothing else would be necessary – waiting for each newcomer to do the same.
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To avoid confusion, this round is simply stating who you are! XD No post order!
Oliver Rance Sunjata Jigano
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To avoid confusion, this round is simply stating who you are! XD No post order!
and oh, poor atlas
the world's a beast of a burden
the world's a beast of a burden
