DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The Sword picked over some portions of jerky, ripping it apart without preamble, content once more. Another round of quiet laughter and a shake of his head followed at her wise guy remark, pondering over the information on the solitary creatures: huge and vicious. And while their hunt for ursurs always came with the additional proportions of meat, furs, claws, and bones, he wasn’t certain on the ramifications of pursuing the aforementioned beasts. For more nuances and collected knowledge? Simply because they could? While Deimos had a detailed history with monsters, with demolition, and with destruction, there’d always been a set of sentiments and calculations behind it.
The leviathan? So they didn’t all die while trying to obtain the cure for their sickness. The sea panther? So it would cease barbarically annihilating people on Torchline’s coast. The host of other ventures had been in pursuit of something, but his uncertainty lingered within on these semblances. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding his perceptions. “Is there a purpose to hunting a frost giant?”
The leviathan? So they didn’t all die while trying to obtain the cure for their sickness. The sea panther? So it would cease barbarically annihilating people on Torchline’s coast. The host of other ventures had been in pursuit of something, but his uncertainty lingered within on these semblances. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding his perceptions. “Is there a purpose to hunting a frost giant?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
