DEIMOS
An inward eye roll rotated and volleyed through his rancorous edges; but he had no inclination of granting the Flood anything more than the obvious. Leaving an offering pulled through in its cool distinction, and the actions thereafter were easy to parse through anyway. He watched as the gourd plunged from his grasp – wheeling hellbound in between some barrows and older graves, before he returned to the same measures as before, never giving way to the other massive beast. He didn’t ask about why Sunjata was here too, in the same area. Perhaps he didn’t care.
Again, Deimos snagged at one of the pumpkins, though this particular cretin deigned to snap at him. It was granted a very swift death, talons once more careening into the top proportions of the pumpkin. Only thereafter did he follow along his other modicums, taking flight, permitting it to set sail into oblivion – and then pondering if he should be keeping some for future use.
Again, Deimos snagged at one of the pumpkins, though this particular cretin deigned to snap at him. It was granted a very swift death, talons once more careening into the top proportions of the pumpkin. Only thereafter did he follow along his other modicums, taking flight, permitting it to set sail into oblivion – and then pondering if he should be keeping some for future use.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
