DEIMOS
Ah, perhaps Sunjata wasn’t getting it. You have no jurisdiction here. And the Sword wasn’t about to be chased out of another land, simply because the Flood had his own issues.
Oh, and a threat too, by way of the crackling lightning waning, warning.
Deimos snorted, descended, and then dragged the gourd along the ground, subsequently leaving it to its own devices as it rolled perilously away.
Two could play at the dragon’s game, but the Sword had no intentions of escalating the furor. Just point blank scruples, cold-blooded truth. Tend to your own business, and I will tend to mine. And with a flurry of his wings, the offering and shrine safe, the gourds gone, he could angle towards the skies.
And stay within King’s End just as long as he damned well pleased.
{FIN}
Oh, and a threat too, by way of the crackling lightning waning, warning.
Deimos snorted, descended, and then dragged the gourd along the ground, subsequently leaving it to its own devices as it rolled perilously away.
Two could play at the dragon’s game, but the Sword had no intentions of escalating the furor. Just point blank scruples, cold-blooded truth. Tend to your own business, and I will tend to mine. And with a flurry of his wings, the offering and shrine safe, the gourds gone, he could angle towards the skies.
And stay within King’s End just as long as he damned well pleased.
{FIN}
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
