DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Time had its values – and sometimes it was only that, in between the personal growths and self-reflections, that prospered and offered change. Altered perspectives, when the rage settled, when the contempt fizzled, when the embers were simply cinders, then cold coals. The bond stagnated on the emotions, and he didn’t push, didn’t pull, didn’t shove his way into their manifestations, could understand them without winding through their deluge. I am not certain many of us want to be that. But life snapped and bit and tore just the same, and somewhere along the way, one either raised their hackles or submitted. It was difficult to figure when and where; and sometimes the end results were far more costly.
His head lowered a fraction, nares widening, sniffing at the mist, and only twisting back when the comment about Atlas being potentially recovered coiled its way into his mind. Would you ask Ludo? And what price would that wield, if the deity was willing and able to contemplate the request?
The round of her laughter caused his gaze to follow her, and then roll his eyes subsequently. It was humorous, and he wasn’t going to outrightly proclaim why, because his came from a much darker void. Instead, he permitted the mirth to volley through, remaining where he stood, but enjoying this round of amusements far more than the apprehensive, trepidatious moments from before. I will not get in yours either. Leave her to pick and choose how to navigate Ru; using whatever she’d learned from horrors past.
The desert, picking up what she parsed through, sounded like every other hellhole this land had to offer. He snorted at the hot comment, ears flicking back and forth, whiskers twitching as if he held back some other chuckle. He’d killed enough landsharks already in this lifetime; but maybe the future guild members yearned for a trip to something hostile. Nothing worthwhile? Unless one counted underground monsters and relics worth forging towards.
The last inquiry softened the reels of amusement into something quiet and calm again, a sort of resignment, determination, and tenacity long-since forged and not yet dimmed. Yes, but it wouldn’t be by bargaining with Morgan; not after lies and deceit, duplicity and disproportionate beliefs. When the time is right. When they’d set it up to cast their lot back into mountains.
His head lowered a fraction, nares widening, sniffing at the mist, and only twisting back when the comment about Atlas being potentially recovered coiled its way into his mind. Would you ask Ludo? And what price would that wield, if the deity was willing and able to contemplate the request?
The round of her laughter caused his gaze to follow her, and then roll his eyes subsequently. It was humorous, and he wasn’t going to outrightly proclaim why, because his came from a much darker void. Instead, he permitted the mirth to volley through, remaining where he stood, but enjoying this round of amusements far more than the apprehensive, trepidatious moments from before. I will not get in yours either. Leave her to pick and choose how to navigate Ru; using whatever she’d learned from horrors past.
The desert, picking up what she parsed through, sounded like every other hellhole this land had to offer. He snorted at the hot comment, ears flicking back and forth, whiskers twitching as if he held back some other chuckle. He’d killed enough landsharks already in this lifetime; but maybe the future guild members yearned for a trip to something hostile. Nothing worthwhile? Unless one counted underground monsters and relics worth forging towards.
The last inquiry softened the reels of amusement into something quiet and calm again, a sort of resignment, determination, and tenacity long-since forged and not yet dimmed. Yes, but it wouldn’t be by bargaining with Morgan; not after lies and deceit, duplicity and disproportionate beliefs. When the time is right. When they’d set it up to cast their lot back into mountains.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
