DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He laughed at the aspects, a very quiet chuckle, as they pulsed through the bond. It was thereafter though, that he couldn’t help drawing a little solemn – mostly because he didn’t have very many people left. Once a defender of mountains in more than one life, and now suited to playing a waiting, plotting game, intending to eventually make the world tip in their favor again. But he didn’t linger in the wallowing slate for long, moving forward, knowing the agonizing weight of mistakes, of failures, could be also be a starting point.
Hold onto that he wanted to say, but didn’t; refrained, caught it in his webbed mind and silent throat. Instead, the Sword strived to arch and lilt into the amusements, stifling and swallowing down the clarity.
He followed Belial’s wild saunter, listening to the chaotic hooting and hollering the peryton began to emit – rounding another bend, keeping the aperture well in sight – only narrowing his eyes when he chanced a glance upward, reading what appeared to be inscriptions etched and sketched into the wall. What are these?
Hold onto that he wanted to say, but didn’t; refrained, caught it in his webbed mind and silent throat. Instead, the Sword strived to arch and lilt into the amusements, stifling and swallowing down the clarity.
He followed Belial’s wild saunter, listening to the chaotic hooting and hollering the peryton began to emit – rounding another bend, keeping the aperture well in sight – only narrowing his eyes when he chanced a glance upward, reading what appeared to be inscriptions etched and sketched into the wall. What are these?
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
