DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword arched a brow at Aisha’s comment, but thereafter remained the quiet, diligent General as they wound their way through the streets, passing along familiar routes now outlined and flanked by other considerations. He appreciated Morgan’s descriptions and the parameters involved in the selection of the greenhouse area; a calculating, analytical figure by notions of means, measures, wars, and battle frameworks, but not without his air for diligence, and overall protection. Each insinuation had their own pros and cons, from the distance between citizens, to the comparable arch of shielding proportions, or the underlying condemnation of any siege.
When they’d completed the tour, standing nearest the ruined house, the fallen walls, the beast’s mind unfurled each scheme and pragmatic, before delivering his answer in the residual, rumbling tones. “I liked the second location due to its proximity and access for everyone in the community. It could also be guarded by the Shields in the Barracks, given its close vicinity.” Bearing in mind how many traversed by on a daily basis on their walks towards the market square, the notice boards, or anything else lacquered in between, it might be a considerable venue. Deimos’ eyes flicked back over to the rest of his constituents, pondering over the Naturals’ inclinations, trusting them to have a greater, grander standpoint – they knew the land, the world, far better.
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Deimos votes for inside the citadel, by the palace/council hall!
When they’d completed the tour, standing nearest the ruined house, the fallen walls, the beast’s mind unfurled each scheme and pragmatic, before delivering his answer in the residual, rumbling tones. “I liked the second location due to its proximity and access for everyone in the community. It could also be guarded by the Shields in the Barracks, given its close vicinity.” Bearing in mind how many traversed by on a daily basis on their walks towards the market square, the notice boards, or anything else lacquered in between, it might be a considerable venue. Deimos’ eyes flicked back over to the rest of his constituents, pondering over the Naturals’ inclinations, trusting them to have a greater, grander standpoint – they knew the land, the world, far better.
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Deimos votes for inside the citadel, by the palace/council hall!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
