DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos, fortunately or unfortunately, was a suspicious person by nature, given how his lives had gone. A warrior through and through, with a penchant for survival, machinations, and analyzing, the note he’d received had been curious at the very least. Something about having his best interest (doubtful; he could name very few who held that regard). Something about danger. Something about potential rewards. Probably laden with a trap. The usual. He probably should’ve come to expect it by now.
So with the house’s seemingly random appearance in the Feverlands of all places, his intrigue piqued. Knowing full well that it was likely a snare, he proceeded with caution and interest gathered together in slow strides and casual inspection of the outer layers.
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Deimos walks around the house, inspecting it over.
So with the house’s seemingly random appearance in the Feverlands of all places, his intrigue piqued. Knowing full well that it was likely a snare, he proceeded with caution and interest gathered together in slow strides and casual inspection of the outer layers.
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Deimos walks around the house, inspecting it over.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
