DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The lizard balked beneath his bulk, mass, weight, and power, and his claws dug in – amidst blood and ichor, muscle and bone, tissue and fiber. It was enough to break backbones and ridges within ribs; death swift and imminent, and there’d be something to take back to their established encampment. Belial instigated his own reel, but with far more amusement, and Deimos fought off a sigh as the peryton could be spotted grabbing the reptile by its tail with fangs and aplomb, swinging it around.
I suppose not the beast snorted, amused, ambling forward, dragging the newest catch behind him. Not in between measures of poisons and antidotes, things he’d never been able to utilize despite all the careful, tedious planning and orchestrating. But the monolith wandered away from those figments, eyes glancing upwards, studying and surveying the threshold of the entryway, the width of the halls, the potential for gaining access or becoming lost in its thresholds. Each land seems to have its own maze. The labyrinth within the Grounds, the Climb’s ambitious assaults, the winding hedges of King’s End, the caverns twisting and turning in Halo, the forest and groves themselves in the Greatwood. Likely with its own secrets and purposes – and knowing Torchline, all of it was probably nefarious.
He didn’t ask – preferred not to – simply advancing in a leisurely stroll, despite the incoming of lizards. Were they cannibalistic, or insatiably curious? Another glanced at him, and seemed to back away quickly.
I suppose not the beast snorted, amused, ambling forward, dragging the newest catch behind him. Not in between measures of poisons and antidotes, things he’d never been able to utilize despite all the careful, tedious planning and orchestrating. But the monolith wandered away from those figments, eyes glancing upwards, studying and surveying the threshold of the entryway, the width of the halls, the potential for gaining access or becoming lost in its thresholds. Each land seems to have its own maze. The labyrinth within the Grounds, the Climb’s ambitious assaults, the winding hedges of King’s End, the caverns twisting and turning in Halo, the forest and groves themselves in the Greatwood. Likely with its own secrets and purposes – and knowing Torchline, all of it was probably nefarious.
He didn’t ask – preferred not to – simply advancing in a leisurely stroll, despite the incoming of lizards. Were they cannibalistic, or insatiably curious? Another glanced at him, and seemed to back away quickly.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
