DEIMOS
Deciding it was due for the grand, dramatic oeuvre, the Sword snorted at her poke towards the dragon. If water droplets could cascade and roar, the thing might’ve done so – but he amplified effects in other ways. Instead, its head raised up to the sky, mouth open in what should’ve been a deafening howl, pierced and snagged by the triumphant mermaid. Visible pain and agony rippled across its sides, a weakness found, punctured, pierced, and lanced all within an instant. It descended in a great torrent of water – overtly falling apart, going from massive beast to nothing more than a few bubbles, all collapsing and descending towards her head, and the surface of the ocean swells.
“Slain,” Deimos uttered, shaking his head in mocking overtures.
“Slain,” Deimos uttered, shaking his head in mocking overtures.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
