DEIMOS
The Oerwoud was an entirely different climate from Halo – and though Deimos hadn’t been there in the past year, he recalled the coiled and clustered humidity, the stifling sentiments of heat, and the unwinding vines and ferns of the jungle. Lingering there in its midst already ensured his hair had been pulled upwards and back, off his neck, and he’d long since shed furs and coats for his tunic, stuffing all of it into his bag of holding. Sleeves were rolled up over his forearms, and with a wrinkle to his nose, he was half-inclined to peel that away from his skin too.
As Belial sailed ahead of them, he turned towards the Evergreen, pondering how she was doing in this alteration of surroundings – presuming she’d be in her element, with all the different plants. A mischevious arch of his brow remained, along with his chiseled smile, but not giving voice to his indulgent thoughts – rather to filaments of the past. “Did you give offerings to this deity before?” As so many had, well prior to the war, as they wandered through the desert, striving to save this one too.
As Belial sailed ahead of them, he turned towards the Evergreen, pondering how she was doing in this alteration of surroundings – presuming she’d be in her element, with all the different plants. A mischevious arch of his brow remained, along with his chiseled smile, but not giving voice to his indulgent thoughts – rather to filaments of the past. “Did you give offerings to this deity before?” As so many had, well prior to the war, as they wandered through the desert, striving to save this one too.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
