DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
More pathways, more uncertainties, more interludes of summits and peaks, and the wide, stretching enigmas of mountains that weren’t like his own. Safrin had informed them of this, the auroras, the abyss, the glaciers not the same, and still, he sought out the similarities, the parallels. The huts reminded him of refugees, of days spent out on the Frostbreath Steppe, awaiting some other hazardous, treacherous miracle –
His attuned eyes caught the edges of a crowd looming, and the maneuvering mass of his feline shape wandered closer, gaze flickering along the cause of so many gathered – a briefcase. In his human form, he would’ve arched a brow, but the nature of his current state didn’t permit it – and instead his senses wandered over the others inclined to seek out their curiosities too – silent and stoic now, waiting for whatever was to come.
His attuned eyes caught the edges of a crowd looming, and the maneuvering mass of his feline shape wandered closer, gaze flickering along the cause of so many gathered – a briefcase. In his human form, he would’ve arched a brow, but the nature of his current state didn’t permit it – and instead his senses wandered over the others inclined to seek out their curiosities too – silent and stoic now, waiting for whatever was to come.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
