Deimos
“Should be plenty of animals around here,” considering the vastness of the watering hole – even if it ran rapid along inclines and stones. Ignoring the way the youth’s shoulders slumped, for Deimos had never been much for giving in so readily, his piercing eyes flickered down the pathway of jungle ferns, plants, and vines, contemplating options. “Could likely follow the river a ways,” in either direction, waiting out the potential. It sounded as though the creatures would be difficult to miss, given their predilections for floating. Pondering further, the options churned in his mind. “Or if you find something it may prefer. Can use it for bait.” And while the Warden could lure prey out, that didn’t seem as sporting.
Snagging at a journal from within his bag, and a piece of charcoal, the Sword began jotting down some notes, figuring it’d be worth taking back information about the beasts to the guild. “Do you know if they prefer a certain time of day? Or if they use camouflage?”
Snagging at a journal from within his bag, and a piece of charcoal, the Sword began jotting down some notes, figuring it’d be worth taking back information about the beasts to the guild. “Do you know if they prefer a certain time of day? Or if they use camouflage?”
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.
