DEIMOS
In that regard – Deimos almost laughed. Closer than where, he could’ve asked. Where he’d been banished? Where he was now a refugee? Where he was plotting and toiling and orchestrating rebellion again? If Sunjata had no idea that the Sword had been utilizing the Wilds to his own devices, especially King’s End, then the eagle had no intention of leaving the dragon any wiser. In return, Sunjata would be granted a very small avian-like shrug. Good. I can go there too. After all - the Flood had no jurisdictions out here. Not in the wide open plains. No one did.
Afterwards, he dove for a gourd out of the other Attuned’s range – snagging hold of it by the vines, and in a very juvenile, childish expanse, lifting it along with him, permitting it to dangle for a while as he drifted over the fertile fields. He tilted his head vaguely, listening to it grumble and hiss and complain, without a care in the world – deliberately insouciant to all parties amongst the fold.
Afterwards, he dove for a gourd out of the other Attuned’s range – snagging hold of it by the vines, and in a very juvenile, childish expanse, lifting it along with him, permitting it to dangle for a while as he drifted over the fertile fields. He tilted his head vaguely, listening to it grumble and hiss and complain, without a care in the world – deliberately insouciant to all parties amongst the fold.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
