Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?The dramatics over for the moment, they could return to the actual mission. A massive, inaudible sigh curled and coiled through his chest, breathing along the tension, striving to impart some sort of calming, composed presence through the Attuned bond, but it might have been a worthless notion.
Rendered back into silence, the survey of the walls only displayed some knives, goblets, other weapons and wares he had no use for – only extending a look with Zuriel, who watched on, seemingly very bemused by the entire turn of events. One more haughty exchange, and she carried on, following the rest down the incline.
He did the same, shifting back into eagle form, grabbing hold of his bag within his talons, and winding, gliding, down the singular path. Hopefully there’d be less distractions, less murders, less schisms within their own group before they actually found what they were looking for.
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Deimos shifts into his eagle form and carries his bag in his talons. He and Zuriel head down the path, and he attempts to send a calming, composed vibe through the Attuned bond to the rest of them.
Rendered back into silence, the survey of the walls only displayed some knives, goblets, other weapons and wares he had no use for – only extending a look with Zuriel, who watched on, seemingly very bemused by the entire turn of events. One more haughty exchange, and she carried on, following the rest down the incline.
He did the same, shifting back into eagle form, grabbing hold of his bag within his talons, and winding, gliding, down the singular path. Hopefully there’d be less distractions, less murders, less schisms within their own group before they actually found what they were looking for.
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Deimos shifts into his eagle form and carries his bag in his talons. He and Zuriel head down the path, and he attempts to send a calming, composed vibe through the Attuned bond to the rest of them.
- 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
