DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
He remained still as a statue in the waves of enthusiasm and eagerness, watching the reel of action thereafter. At least the appreciation was noted, and he gave a nod, while the courier seemed fit to pile all the contents within the satchel. Eventually, his gaze peeled away, gazing upon the modilu flies as they circumvented around his head again; hues circulating in neutral tones and colors, something uncertain building in the back of his mind.
There’d been no place for him to hone in on a word during the chatter anyway, and soon thereafter, he took in the inquiry launched upon himself. Making no mention of his other bag which he’d crafted specifically to carry bodies silently and efficiently (and drop them in places they couldn’t be found quickly), the intonations came on another deep rumble, a keen tilt of his head. “Weapons.” And that leviathan scale that he should probably make some use of.
There’d been no place for him to hone in on a word during the chatter anyway, and soon thereafter, he took in the inquiry launched upon himself. Making no mention of his other bag which he’d crafted specifically to carry bodies silently and efficiently (and drop them in places they couldn’t be found quickly), the intonations came on another deep rumble, a keen tilt of his head. “Weapons.” And that leviathan scale that he should probably make some use of.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
