DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Intrigued by a divine spirit staying in something as human as a hut, he hadn’t noted their incoming friends until it was announced by Mildew. He turned and glanced, eyeing them from a fair distance away – like they were a warning sign, a symbol, an omen. Belial growled and Zuriel otherwise kept her haughty stare upon them – all three curious, inquisitive, but not starting something so soon. The Sword figured the Klaws, with their creepy, ivory hand-like figures, were slightly out of his incantation range for the moment.
With Ronin already asking the inquiry embedded in his mind, and Remi voicing food requirements, the warrior tilted his head, considering what he’d already brought in his bag. “What does she eat?”
With Ronin already asking the inquiry embedded in his mind, and Remi voicing food requirements, the warrior tilted his head, considering what he’d already brought in his bag. “What does she eat?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
