DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Deimos had a level of familiarity with the current location that set his shoulders in a taut, straight, rigid line. Leviathans, flowers, and sicknesses had embroiled themselves together into a woven web of plots and schemes, and now, the notions of a bloody waterfall, not unlike the Crimson Cataract, had his brows furrowed in study and perusal. He nodded towards those he recognized, pondering if there was going to be some sort of trial or tribulation based on those already gathered, or the suspicions inkling on.
“The Greatwood has something similar,” he mentioned in passing to Sah, angling a shrug towards Evie nearby. “Caused by the lichen.” But that didn’t mean there weren’t other potentials lurking elsewhere. "There was a leviathan here, years before, as well."
“The Greatwood has something similar,” he mentioned in passing to Sah, angling a shrug towards Evie nearby. “Caused by the lichen.” But that didn’t mean there weren’t other potentials lurking elsewhere. "There was a leviathan here, years before, as well."
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
