DEIMOS
Once they were out into the midnight coils, the rapacious edges were upon him – a sort of muted anger that came with the feral disappointment of another thing he couldn’t do, another individual he couldn’t save. He left the monolithic form behind and shifted to the eagle ramparts, the unfurling of long plumes and feathers bestial and natural, an inclination to the predacious fringes uncoiling through his heart. There were pulsing, pervading waves of hostility and acrimony, for Cera, for uncontrollable fathoms, pushing off the ground, ascending, ascending, ascending, chasing after Remi into the threats, the ash, soot, and cinders of the world that should’ve been brighter for those of Cera’s ilk.
He was from Helovia Deimos imparted through the attuned bond, nothing else to say, nothing more to give, his senses sharpened and honed, wondering how far monsters could traverse, if they were damned and doomed just for these antics, just for trying, striving, attempting to bring the gentle ones home. As if it mattered. As if anything they did ever mattered.
He was from Helovia Deimos imparted through the attuned bond, nothing else to say, nothing more to give, his senses sharpened and honed, wondering how far monsters could traverse, if they were damned and doomed just for these antics, just for trying, striving, attempting to bring the gentle ones home. As if it mattered. As if anything they did ever mattered.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
