Deimos
The notes of apprehension, alongside the obsidian horns, were difficult to miss. He might’ve arched a brow, but where the stranger was already wary and edgy, the Sword permitted his features to remain wholly reticent. Perhaps his presence made the Ancient cautious. Maybe there were other notions spiraling along, and he’d walked in on something heedful, mindful, and requiring vigilance. Dubious and guarded in most aspects of his nature, his eyes narrowed slightly, studying, before rising away from the water, and back to his full height and stature.
Though his gaze widened significantly, probably in slight surprise, at the inquiry. No, he hadn’t seen any massive starfish floating in the sky – though whether that was a recent monster, some newfound creation, or just another day in Caido wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities. It wouldn’t have been the strangest thing to have occurred. “I have not,” came in a low rumble, though he found himself staring over portions of canopy, overhanging trees, and then the sea air for the bizarre speculation. “What do they eat?” Perhaps the stranger would be better off searching for those particular ranges.
Though his gaze widened significantly, probably in slight surprise, at the inquiry. No, he hadn’t seen any massive starfish floating in the sky – though whether that was a recent monster, some newfound creation, or just another day in Caido wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities. It wouldn’t have been the strangest thing to have occurred. “I have not,” came in a low rumble, though he found himself staring over portions of canopy, overhanging trees, and then the sea air for the bizarre speculation. “What do they eat?” Perhaps the stranger would be better off searching for those particular ranges.
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
