Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place, of recoil and grace The unicorn was ignored, and so she merely meandered along the sidelines, tending to protection, if it was required, a witness to reunions that had little to do with her. He, on the other hand, was a disbelieving quandary, eyes widening in shock, in awe, of things returning back to him, in measures and motions he didn’t deserve, couldn’t have ever warranted, wouldn’t have ever dreamed. Maybe these were delusions, hallucinations, diabolical schemes crafted from his overwhelmed brain, caught in the renegade cycles of aspirations and ambitions never to be concocted again. Maybe the foolishness of his life had caught up to him, barreling into his chest and ribs, clattering in the sanction of stars and monoliths, of auroras and basins, of mountains stretching into the skyline, scorching heavens he’d never dreamt of seeing. She drifted closer and closer, movement, light, and sound, and he stood there, the blade long since dropped into the snow, watching it all as one would a ghost – disbelieving, intrigued, waiting for reality to sink into his limbs and curse his soul - this is not for you the world might echo, constantly amused in how it could bombard and assault him. And the Reaper, the Sword, would take it all, because he thought he deserved each and every siege plunged into his flesh and bone. |
our terrible story of survival
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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