this is the reckoning
Deimos kept his opinions about the Ancients to himself; grateful that Kiada had another chance to survive, cautious at the notions of what they could potentially represent. What he didn’t want was another rise and fall of races, of perpetrated notions and schemes, of war fronts after the last. Battle veteran he might’ve been, he much preferred the people finding their feet again.
So it was only a hellhound’s nod at the Huntsman’s sigh and addition of other factions. Sure, by way of acceptance; Ronin and him and had never been particularly close – mostly comrades in arms. Take care of yourself. Leaving the other man to his own means, Deimos uttered a silent scheme towards his companions, and they were off again, settling along the tundra.
{FIN}
So it was only a hellhound’s nod at the Huntsman’s sigh and addition of other factions. Sure, by way of acceptance; Ronin and him and had never been particularly close – mostly comrades in arms. Take care of yourself. Leaving the other man to his own means, Deimos uttered a silent scheme towards his companions, and they were off again, settling along the tundra.
{FIN}
DEIMOS
