Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
“We could not have that,” arrived on a deadpan, dispassionate, flattened affect; yes, suitably exasperated. He even rolled his eyes once more for a better measure, choosing not to make a comment about how neither the Basin nor Halo had ample amounts of sunshine for tanning the skin. There was another argument yielding to the way information was handled, precise, almost insidious and preferential, but he shrugged too. “Both are beneficial.” Power and might and dominion in a variety of ways – not nailed down to either wiles, but to the whole lot of them, masterful and precise.
It was difficult to surmise the landshark’s reasoning for being there. Not amongst its habitat, but along two individuals perfectly capable of skewering it within a matter of moments. Maybe it couldn’t comprehend the measure or machinations of strength mustered and mired, coiled and curled, within another; too intent on preying, unaware it was becoming quarry. “Fine,” the Sword acquiesced; arching a brow as she shifted – not doing so himself (perhaps it was better off that way, where he wouldn't be so tempted in any of his predacious forms to obliterate the beast), if he was to control the earth.
Which he did. The layers of sand and dirt continued to unravel away from the creature. Its haphazard attempts were panic-oriented at best, seemingly selected at random, until Deimos stole the furtive spots. And then it was wide open.
It was difficult to surmise the landshark’s reasoning for being there. Not amongst its habitat, but along two individuals perfectly capable of skewering it within a matter of moments. Maybe it couldn’t comprehend the measure or machinations of strength mustered and mired, coiled and curled, within another; too intent on preying, unaware it was becoming quarry. “Fine,” the Sword acquiesced; arching a brow as she shifted – not doing so himself (perhaps it was better off that way, where he wouldn't be so tempted in any of his predacious forms to obliterate the beast), if he was to control the earth.
Which he did. The layers of sand and dirt continued to unravel away from the creature. Its haphazard attempts were panic-oriented at best, seemingly selected at random, until Deimos stole the furtive spots. And then it was wide open.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
