Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?He flew behind, bringing the companions along, listening to the distinction and potential problems up ahead. That it’s another human being was actually a surprise – Deimos was used to rockfalls, dangerous creatures, and the like. Which just meant another sense of foreboding, based upon what individuals were capable of.
The warning from Amalia only indicated a clear sense of potent rage as black-encrusted fingers reached for her – a rampant snarl pulsed inwardly through the cold, malicious haze, and were she not granting other orders, the beast would’ve done just that. Maimed. Ripped. Tore apart, with little to no hesitation. Why did they have to deal with him at all?
Instead, he plummeted, a wild descent towards the mad man (also ignorant of cannibals lurking in the midst – uncertain of why death lingered so readily in the threshold – was the dude eating a finger?). It would’ve been so easy to unfurl his talons, to release the pent-up vitriol and vehemence; swallowing it down, down, down, perhaps on Jyoti’s starlight, perhaps on the warnings contained, perhaps on Zuriel’s enigmatic pulses through their minds.
Shifting back to human form, he resumed action, reaching into his bag and procuring the rope he’d brought. He then attempted to tie up the stranger, to lessen the pending threat while they figured out what to do.
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Deimos and companions come in. He shifts back to human form, and attempts to tie up the cannibal with the rope.
The warning from Amalia only indicated a clear sense of potent rage as black-encrusted fingers reached for her – a rampant snarl pulsed inwardly through the cold, malicious haze, and were she not granting other orders, the beast would’ve done just that. Maimed. Ripped. Tore apart, with little to no hesitation. Why did they have to deal with him at all?
Instead, he plummeted, a wild descent towards the mad man (also ignorant of cannibals lurking in the midst – uncertain of why death lingered so readily in the threshold – was the dude eating a finger?). It would’ve been so easy to unfurl his talons, to release the pent-up vitriol and vehemence; swallowing it down, down, down, perhaps on Jyoti’s starlight, perhaps on the warnings contained, perhaps on Zuriel’s enigmatic pulses through their minds.
Shifting back to human form, he resumed action, reaching into his bag and procuring the rope he’d brought. He then attempted to tie up the stranger, to lessen the pending threat while they figured out what to do.
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Deimos and companions come in. He shifts back to human form, and attempts to tie up the cannibal with the rope.
- 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
