DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The unknown would be a part of the puzzle for eternity. And while Deimos didn’t often mind traversing the plains of the uncharted, in terms of preparing defenses, maneuvers, obstacles, and sieges, it certainly wasn’t a comfortable thought. Instead it was like trepidation, unresolved pieces flickering off and away, or never dispatching altogether. At the mention of Wessex, there was only a slight bristle. Perhaps something a herald would have in mind? Much like how the Ascended had aimed to block the demigods from the Grounds? What stopped the other lands from doing the same with those embodied by the Voice? Portals would likely need to be maimed and broken, to alleviate everything, but it was a notion. A thought. Because right now he wasn’t certain anything could truly stop her. Stormbreak apparently does not allow Ascended. There must be a way they keep them out. His mind configured back to discussions with Seren, trying to categorize what she’d said.
The briefest amount of surprise stoked through the Sword at Oliver’s insinuations – kind and generous, probably more than what the tiger deserved. Thank you. There was still fight in him yet, because there were goals and aspirations, ambitions and initiatives, a resolve sticking in through his rib cage and pouring through his lungs. He wasn’t done in. Wasn’t sinking.
With the fish scattered, gone, Deimos thought had to meander further into the river, dive deeper, submerge and drive a fresh wave of them up into the currents. Oliver apparently had other measures in mind, angling forward to seemingly catch at him. The tiger snorted, amusements entangling, before utilizing a massive paw to send a volley of water towards the leopard.
The briefest amount of surprise stoked through the Sword at Oliver’s insinuations – kind and generous, probably more than what the tiger deserved. Thank you. There was still fight in him yet, because there were goals and aspirations, ambitions and initiatives, a resolve sticking in through his rib cage and pouring through his lungs. He wasn’t done in. Wasn’t sinking.
With the fish scattered, gone, Deimos thought had to meander further into the river, dive deeper, submerge and drive a fresh wave of them up into the currents. Oliver apparently had other measures in mind, angling forward to seemingly catch at him. The tiger snorted, amusements entangling, before utilizing a massive paw to send a volley of water towards the leopard.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
