DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword had never been an individual to simply let others do it all – even if they were predictably much stronger than him. He carried incantations, shifts, and other enchantments that could prove necessary, vital, or at the very least useful – given pending circumstances they were about to face. So he kept the fibers of apprehension at bay, following in step with Remi and Ronin, forging no light, bag of holding on his shoulder, ready, willing, and able, partially shifting his eyes into a tiger gaze, and peering into the darkness. I will help in whatever way I can.
Not knowing what they potentially faced, much like many times over, still ground away at him. If the Ascended hadn’t been able to snag the relic, what had made the effort too difficult? What lurked within? I presume anything is possible here. An inward snort, but no barking laughter; given the multitudes they’d all seen. The monsters lurking in the wings. The guardians of ancient pieces.
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Deimos partially shifts to utilize senses in the dark.
No companions have been brought, and he has everything listed in his profile within his bag.
Not knowing what they potentially faced, much like many times over, still ground away at him. If the Ascended hadn’t been able to snag the relic, what had made the effort too difficult? What lurked within? I presume anything is possible here. An inward snort, but no barking laughter; given the multitudes they’d all seen. The monsters lurking in the wings. The guardians of ancient pieces.
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Deimos partially shifts to utilize senses in the dark.
No companions have been brought, and he has everything listed in his profile within his bag.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
