this is the reckoning
Whatever expectation, riddle, enigma, or musing Deimos had expected, it wasn’t the information formed between the attuned nature. He blinked steadily, mind trying to keep up with the spinning cogs in his brain, in the images placed amongst the multitudes of wonder, awe, and suspicion. Scavengers, capable of ravaging and decimating fallen forms and carcasses faster than an ursur, which they’d both hunted and mauled, gave him deliberate pause. Interesting. For it was; uncertain of what other parallels to draw. What brings them out here then? His eyes glanced around, pondering if someone had left out valuable stock and resources. The Sword couldn’t imagine that being the case; not along this threshold, amongst hardy, stern, and formidable individuals.
Then the beast lifted his maw again, chasing after one of the lightning creatures, merely to study, examine, and speculate, along the ends of his nose.
Then the beast lifted his maw again, chasing after one of the lightning creatures, merely to study, examine, and speculate, along the ends of his nose.
DEIMOS
