DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Another plunge, hovering, harpooning just below the surface, his eyes caught the dragon’s movement, a tail awkwardly slid amongst the waves; perhaps Jigano was simply trying things out, as they so often did when another unforeseen encounter or attuned nature clambered down upon them. Like enchantments and invocations, springing from their entities, no warning, no omen, no signs of alterations until something else prompted it – making a note to practice the earthen wares embedded and infused in his blood now, not having wielded or operated on it since their memorial making.
Otherwise, his sight turned to the mixture of flickering scales, barbed tails, dashes of quick, maneuvering fish, the occasional, smaller shark chasing after them, promises of reefs, and coves. Curiosity and exploration contorted, curled, along his bones and veins, clarity of thought – but he’d be limited with his lung capacity, for no matter how much he inhaled from above, he’d still need more eventually. Forced to abandon the investigation before it’d ever truly begun, time and time again. Seemingly on this notion, his chest and mind clarified the necessity, and he rose back up, breaking over the veneer amidst Jigano’s speculation. Do you plan on using it as a sea shift? Half-jokingly, amusement in the quirk of a brow, a nod towards the draconic wings and floating carapace. Deimos was always shocked and bewildered when he acquired another animal distinction: bear and tiger; the eagle a flourish dragged by Safrin’s motions. “Some. We had gulls we used to chase. Fish. Sharks. And dolphins, like Amalia’s form.” His eyes narrowed, pondering, then snorting again. “Though ours were not pink.”
Otherwise, his sight turned to the mixture of flickering scales, barbed tails, dashes of quick, maneuvering fish, the occasional, smaller shark chasing after them, promises of reefs, and coves. Curiosity and exploration contorted, curled, along his bones and veins, clarity of thought – but he’d be limited with his lung capacity, for no matter how much he inhaled from above, he’d still need more eventually. Forced to abandon the investigation before it’d ever truly begun, time and time again. Seemingly on this notion, his chest and mind clarified the necessity, and he rose back up, breaking over the veneer amidst Jigano’s speculation. Do you plan on using it as a sea shift? Half-jokingly, amusement in the quirk of a brow, a nod towards the draconic wings and floating carapace. Deimos was always shocked and bewildered when he acquired another animal distinction: bear and tiger; the eagle a flourish dragged by Safrin’s motions. “Some. We had gulls we used to chase. Fish. Sharks. And dolphins, like Amalia’s form.” His eyes narrowed, pondering, then snorting again. “Though ours were not pink.”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
