Deimos
The Sword cast an indifferent shrug, but a half-formed grin simultaneously, permitting his own humor to flicker through. Unaware of Sah’s other notions and thoughts towards the creation magic, once the plant was placed within, he contorted and conjured further implementations: some dampened soil, a little rush of further earthen enchantments to ensure the grass made it home. Once he placed the lid on top, complete with holes in case the vegetation felt the need to spread itself further, he rose from his crouched position, drawn back to full height.
Eyes glancing towards the rise of the hill, and in some idle curiosity, his jaw jutted in its direction. “Want to keep going?” They’d been distracted from any other musings with the aroma of vanilla, and his inquiring, restless mind had every intention to at least explore landscapes easily within reach.
Eyes glancing towards the rise of the hill, and in some idle curiosity, his jaw jutted in its direction. “Want to keep going?” They’d been distracted from any other musings with the aroma of vanilla, and his inquiring, restless mind had every intention to at least explore landscapes easily within reach.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
