Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?Tasks chosen and applied, the Sword set about his own path, following Sunjata – altering his form, silver fur, paws, and claws replacing any other human qualities. Predatory instinct seemed to hone in on both of them – Hotaru’s latest fling becoming a panther – as they threaded through the shadows. At least they’d have the Attuned bond for any contemplations or notions, and a grumble was sent forth. We can corner them, once they’d managed to ascertain locations, his nose in the air, then to the floor, sniffing and sorting out particular rodent scents. He extended one paw beneath an old desk, listening to the squeak, relishing the notions of violence and vehemence; pervading from his talons, from his presence, from his entity. Then a multitude of them scurried from one wall to the next, attempting to dodge claws, one defiant little fiend rampaging along Sunjata’s left front paw, trying to dig into flesh and fur and tear something. Deimos leapt upon a small gathering and punctured, pierced a few, but the number was larger than he’d accounted for.
While Jigano took the training grounds and the overrun fields, things seemed to be going fine. Several weeds automatically succumbed, too weak, too fragile, with the new coming of spring, not yet immersed into their fortifications and roots, easily disassembled and placed into his bag. However, while his magic stirred up the earth, it also roused and incited other things within the waking loam: and a potent, angry, infuriated nest of underground wasps began to rise from their disturbed nest, intent on destruction, mayhem, and ridding themselves of the latest predator.
Oliver, unfortunately, forgot to put on a pair of gloves – which could be found lying nearby, amongst the assemblage of other tools. For the most part, he was successful, taking out the useless panes, and placing them down nearby (the glass could be salvaged, surely). His luck wouldn’t prevail, however, and after removing one of the last remaining windows, one slipped, incidentally cutting him. Perhaps he could find some bandages tucked along the tools too?
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Our dice rolls were very not good, fam.
What will you do next? No post order!
While Jigano took the training grounds and the overrun fields, things seemed to be going fine. Several weeds automatically succumbed, too weak, too fragile, with the new coming of spring, not yet immersed into their fortifications and roots, easily disassembled and placed into his bag. However, while his magic stirred up the earth, it also roused and incited other things within the waking loam: and a potent, angry, infuriated nest of underground wasps began to rise from their disturbed nest, intent on destruction, mayhem, and ridding themselves of the latest predator.
Oliver, unfortunately, forgot to put on a pair of gloves – which could be found lying nearby, amongst the assemblage of other tools. For the most part, he was successful, taking out the useless panes, and placing them down nearby (the glass could be salvaged, surely). His luck wouldn’t prevail, however, and after removing one of the last remaining windows, one slipped, incidentally cutting him. Perhaps he could find some bandages tucked along the tools too?
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Our dice rolls were very not good, fam.
What will you do next? No post order!
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
