Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
He snorted at the implications of ice cream, but only because of their location in the world. Taking apart a few rib bones, figuring they’d work well for other people within the Citadel, the beast loaded those as well. Talyson’s second question was much easier to answer than the first, and only because it wasn’t mired or rooted in suspicion. Deimos considered roaming the Barracks fun anyway, with the freedom of movement, the ability to learn, to sprawl tactics and schemes across training grounds, or to adhere towards fortitude, might, and endurance. But there were other outlets too – a drastic change from who he used to be.
“Terrorize my friends,” he answered with a Cheshire grin, leaving the courier to wonder how and why with no further explanation (it usually involved throwing things or splattering them with mud or general mischief). “Go for a run,” as a hellhound, springing across the Tundra, “or fly.” Liberation, some providential bliss, to soar amongst the heights and poise of grandeur, meander through the currents, or dive, descend, in defiant speeds.
Grabbing hold of another set, he tilted his head, pondering all the while, constantly scheming. “What about you – when you are not delivering?”
“Terrorize my friends,” he answered with a Cheshire grin, leaving the courier to wonder how and why with no further explanation (it usually involved throwing things or splattering them with mud or general mischief). “Go for a run,” as a hellhound, springing across the Tundra, “or fly.” Liberation, some providential bliss, to soar amongst the heights and poise of grandeur, meander through the currents, or dive, descend, in defiant speeds.
Grabbing hold of another set, he tilted his head, pondering all the while, constantly scheming. “What about you – when you are not delivering?”
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
