Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
It wasn’t immediate dislike, but something close to it. Not the heat, not the endless pits, not the collection of bones scattered around – but distinct memories of another time and another place. He might’ve passed right over as an eagle, had Ru not been curious, and though he shared some of those inklings, at this point he just wrinkled his nose, half-heartedly glaring at everything around them. “Charming place,” he remarked by the use of the decrepit pieces, where vultures had long since picked the remnants clean. Perhaps it might have held a kindling, an inkling, of overtures made by ice and snow, but he refused to make any abandoned, forsaken connections to the desolation.
He passed by a few more rocks, shrugging his shoulders at her question. “Probably not.” There seemed to be nothing out here at all – and while he could likely form plants and water and anything else they needed from the elements, this remained vastly unpleasant. "What is there to keep anyone here?"
Drawing his hair back into a messy bun, the notions of the air finally pinpointed on what irked him. “Reminds me a little of the Dragon’s Throat.”
He passed by a few more rocks, shrugging his shoulders at her question. “Probably not.” There seemed to be nothing out here at all – and while he could likely form plants and water and anything else they needed from the elements, this remained vastly unpleasant. "What is there to keep anyone here?"
Drawing his hair back into a messy bun, the notions of the air finally pinpointed on what irked him. “Reminds me a little of the Dragon’s Throat.”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
