if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
Deimos smiled in return – though his ranged from seditious to impish, given the nature of their antics and the maneuvering of forms. He was amongst the many, fortunately or not, who esteemed from the depths of training and the highlights of thorough, careful, meticulous precision in might and persistence. It sculpted and refined the sculpting of bare bones, knotting and gnarling around the core of his essence, why he persevered, why he calculated, why he remained after years and lifetimes. Scars were merely reflections of those severities and adversities, in how he ignored the suffering of his own figure, to ensure no one else’s did the same.
There were no need for words for a mere moment, eyes catching, watching, some proud little moment snagging at his mouth when she aimed the shield to regard the spear into the sand. Were he not experienced, but some green, fledgling soldier, it might have stopped him, with a gaped jaw and a following bombardment. Instead, however, he nodded, rumbled a slight intonation from his chest. “Good,” to regard the esteem of the Evergreen’s cleverness –
And then undo it.
He rotated the weapon, digging the serrated proportions straight down into the dunes, lifting upwards, and rapidly gave chase with the wooden hilt, completely unbothered. Perhaps anything in his hands could be made an armament – given his predilections. At least with this end she wouldn’t have to worry about the serrated angles; but the timber coming towards her shoulder told a different tale.
There were no need for words for a mere moment, eyes catching, watching, some proud little moment snagging at his mouth when she aimed the shield to regard the spear into the sand. Were he not experienced, but some green, fledgling soldier, it might have stopped him, with a gaped jaw and a following bombardment. Instead, however, he nodded, rumbled a slight intonation from his chest. “Good,” to regard the esteem of the Evergreen’s cleverness –
And then undo it.
He rotated the weapon, digging the serrated proportions straight down into the dunes, lifting upwards, and rapidly gave chase with the wooden hilt, completely unbothered. Perhaps anything in his hands could be made an armament – given his predilections. At least with this end she wouldn’t have to worry about the serrated angles; but the timber coming towards her shoulder told a different tale.
DEIMOS
