DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The meaning behind quick and swift doubled as Talyson and the Sword gathered what they could – the tightening of his jaw instinctually drawn until it ached, hands snatching and stowing away matters into his Bag of Holding. Time was limited and precious, even now, surrounded by carcasses and death and damnation, for something that could’ve, should’ve, gone so much better.But learning curves were to be had, when this was all over, for many of them.
“Ready,” he announced to the others, before the rumble of others could smell the blood – not looking back at the remains. Something else would snag and decimate, and ensure it didn’t go to waste. They were far better off retreating back to ice and snow, where they could repair and recover. From there, they could efficiently strike back home.
{FIN}
Unite and spread the heart apart
