DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The juxtaposition of frozen terrain giving way to humidity still didn’t hold well with him – much preferring the cold to the jungle haze. Regardless, Deimos and his companions traversed along the groves and pinnacles of timber, dwarfed immediately by the towering trees, by the expanse of constant noise, of colorful hues, of blending, blurring vines. More than once he paused to roll his sleeves back further, hair already tossed into a haphazard bun, while he inspected the structures around him. The purpose of their journey had been to find some fruit to keep stored, or at least readily available, while the rest of the refugees toiled within King’s End. With any luck, he’d be able to preserve them as easily as the meat.
Belial foraged on ahead with his youthful zeal, while the Sword’s eyes, senses, well accustomed to predator inclinations, roamed everywhere – before finally centering on some bananas squarely along a nearby tree. Rather than risk himself climbing, because this particular timber didn’t look like it’d be able to bear much of his weight, the beast pulsed several Air machinations through the range of swarming life – watching, waiting, as the fruit was plucked neatly, and floated towards him by his own measures and machinations. “We can try these,” he mentioned to Zuriel, who merely snorted and shook her head, as he placed them within her saddlebags, and began to move again.
Belial foraged on ahead with his youthful zeal, while the Sword’s eyes, senses, well accustomed to predator inclinations, roamed everywhere – before finally centering on some bananas squarely along a nearby tree. Rather than risk himself climbing, because this particular timber didn’t look like it’d be able to bear much of his weight, the beast pulsed several Air machinations through the range of swarming life – watching, waiting, as the fruit was plucked neatly, and floated towards him by his own measures and machinations. “We can try these,” he mentioned to Zuriel, who merely snorted and shook her head, as he placed them within her saddlebags, and began to move again.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
