DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
As an individual who openly embraced fire in all its elemental prowess, from his ancestral lines, right down to the very fiber of his flesh and bone, he could only smile lightly and shrug. At the very least, Maeve seemed to take the notions of the LongNight monsters seriously, giving it consideration and thought, intending to uphold the information to Safrin. Maybe, in all the time that had been spent on those forsaken demons, other alternatives had been discovered, found, or reflected upon; rather than his ill-fated door attempts. “Sounds good.” The Sword turned, twisting back towards the door. “I will leave you be then. Thank you for your time and agreement.” Another slight grin was cast, a nod of his head in respect, before he returned back out into the sanctions of the sea.
{FIN}
{FIN}
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
