remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos had, fortunately or unfortunately, been built upon fighting. It was in his blood, in his instincts, in every ounce of muscle, mettle, and machination. It’d become second nature to defy anything and everything threatening, warning, or evading; a measure of calculations, preparations, and abilities at the ready, for when the world raised its hackles and yearned to break. To fight for kin and country, to wage wars upon realms, to wreak havoc when damnation seemed so very near – but then it’d all been bloodthirsty, ripping, tearing, contorting, menacing.And here it was immersed in between tides of repose, where the realm stretched and beckoned for infusions of barbarity, and they found sanctums, sanctuaries, havens to practice for the foreboding cataclysms. So he stayed, ready, willing, and able, to assist them all in whatever situations they found themselves within, in whatever dangers or treacheries they faced – because it was normalcy, even on the boundaries and fringes of freedom.
The Sword’s concentration must’ve waned briefly, for he could feel the snow trickling into his boots, the chilling, familiar soul another time, another place, rearing its frigid gaze – and he laughed in spite of it all, maneuvering his feet several paces away. Which meant it was a little disorienting, and there was a chance he’d lost his directional insistence towards her.
So, time for another maneuver – a wave of water, gaping and wide, took center stage, intending to sweep along the ground and rise up over whatever stood before its path.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
