DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
For Deimos’ part, all of it came as a shock. A goddess rising from the ground – muck and mire pooling and conspiring together to become an aperture rather than anything else, and then the potential aspects of being eaten. For a moment, he managed to stand there rather stupefied, eyes widened, before his mind caught up with all the parameters suddenly entailed.
He had quite a few things to accomplish before being taken into death again, so the notion of being swallowed and devoured hadn’t actually ever occurred to him. Demise by something else – another misadventure, had been nearly applied on several occasions. For some reason the Sword hadn’t thought this path would lead there – but he blinked rapidly, gaze narrowing, staring over the other individuals. He was quite mortal, but doubted on particulars of taste. Bowing his head in respect, deep rumbles of logic and reason occurred on his breath, sticking to rational pursuits. “I doubt I am worth the effort of hunting,” for he’d certainly attempt to fight. “We would be more valuable alive. We can easily supply you with more food by stalking other prey.” And then the Mathair would only have to journey. Hadn’t that been the point?
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Deimos says he also wouldn’t be worth the effort of hunting – and they’d be more valuable alive.
He had quite a few things to accomplish before being taken into death again, so the notion of being swallowed and devoured hadn’t actually ever occurred to him. Demise by something else – another misadventure, had been nearly applied on several occasions. For some reason the Sword hadn’t thought this path would lead there – but he blinked rapidly, gaze narrowing, staring over the other individuals. He was quite mortal, but doubted on particulars of taste. Bowing his head in respect, deep rumbles of logic and reason occurred on his breath, sticking to rational pursuits. “I doubt I am worth the effort of hunting,” for he’d certainly attempt to fight. “We would be more valuable alive. We can easily supply you with more food by stalking other prey.” And then the Mathair would only have to journey. Hadn’t that been the point?
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Deimos says he also wouldn’t be worth the effort of hunting – and they’d be more valuable alive.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
