DEIMOS
Delivered from the blasts
The roguish indifference and boyish mischief was unfortunately lost on him for time being – in another moment, he might have been just as shameless and wicked as
The temper flaring against his tempestuous ramparts wasn’t helping the situation; they were out there, and he was here, locked into discussing sunshine, baskets, and capturing the sun. How was weaving a basket meant to help him or any of those trapped and locked in the unknown? Or were these further mysteries he was meant to unlock, supposedly intending to help him once he crossed his way through valley and blood? He struggled imagining the depths of the sun shining into someone’s woven reeds; but he stilled, striving for something amidst the upheaval. “And what happens after?” After the beams of light have been serenaded into snares? After Safrin of the stars has been entertained? After gifts are extended? the last of a line of lasts |
[seasonal event] should have seen this coming
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
Played by: Heather
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