DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He plunged underneath the currents and wondered if he should let them take him. Down, down, down the river, aloft and afloat, until he reached an ending point towards the sea – if he would’ve figured out his life by then, watching as clouds spiraled and trees gathered and things altered and changed. The cool water washed over fur and beckoned in spirals and plumes of weeds down below, and if he were not holding his breath he would’ve sighed – lifting back up to the surface, grey cranium bounding upwards.
Only to be alerted, rather nonchalantly, by Zuriel that another approached. Based on her mood (boredom and apathy) it wasn’t a cause for concern. Belial napped on, curled up and content in the sun.
The notions of joy suddenly pulsing through the Attuned bond certainly weren’t his, and his gaze flickered over to see a familiar cat form upon the shoreline. Oliver, he greeted, a quiet rumble, wondering if he’d have to piece himself together here too. How are you?
Only to be alerted, rather nonchalantly, by Zuriel that another approached. Based on her mood (boredom and apathy) it wasn’t a cause for concern. Belial napped on, curled up and content in the sun.
The notions of joy suddenly pulsing through the Attuned bond certainly weren’t his, and his gaze flickered over to see a familiar cat form upon the shoreline. Oliver, he greeted, a quiet rumble, wondering if he’d have to piece himself together here too. How are you?
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
