Deimos the Reaper You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this long and lonely road to hell the throne must be such a sad and lonely place The Reaper threaded his way through the streets, roaming, brooding, and contemplating, a contortion of ominous menace and presiding curiosity. His main ambition had been to settle over an area to perhaps either build his own shelter or restore one that had since lost its purpose, for while he didn’t mind lingering in the footholds of the wilderness, there was a particular notion to a sanctuary, a haven, that comforted his senses. He first thought of mountains, the calculating chill behind peaks and valleys, sweeping through caverns and glaciers, but none had been in the surroundings, and he’d yet to fully explore the vast holdings of this foreign land. So his piercing, penetrating gaze had swept and combed over with a vicious speculation and inspection along the alleyways, intending to find something to abide his form of home.
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Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary