DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Multiple wars, lifetimes, experiences, and dramatics interwoven through those threads of conflict and chaos had ensured he’d been capable of standing amidst bedlam with stoic lines and vehement nonchalance. Perhaps it wasn’t the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but it had served him well in protecting others, fending off destruction, and retaliation. No emotions. No impulses. Everything a well-orchestrated, calculated endeavor, movements a machination right down to his flesh and bone.Eyes scanning the wyrms again, he then adjusted his attention back upon the notes, scrawling out a few notions from Sah. Colorful legless lizards, followed by rainbow-feathered wings made its way into his sketches and details, subtly smiling at the picture unfurling from quick motions of the charcoal. “Like this?” He raised the picture up for the Abandoned to see, before making a few more adjustments. “Trading with the creatures?” He arched a brow, pondering over the complexities of such a ritual.
Unite and spread the heart apart
