DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Oh, there’d always been a forest amongst the grounds – and the adjoining Greatwood, bristling with wicker women and the like. Deimos nearly laughed at the notion, but the other statement gave him pause. “I have not. But I journeyed to Torchline recently, and they seem to have the same issue.” Bizarre, for the state of a land laden by the warm air and the salty sea.
He left those sentiments behind though for action and movement. Deimos wouldn’t be fighting with two spears, so he found the other one a bit unjust, but would adjust motions appropriately; grant them as a challenge rather than narrowing his eyes suspiciously in the cleric’s direction.
Not to be controlled by anyone, the Sword moved towards the left – fast and swift despite his size, altering away from the second spear notched into the ground, and the strike intended for his arm. He could hear it in the air by his shoulder, and smirked slightly, before turning, attempting to tap his own spear against Darkeye’s ribs.
He left those sentiments behind though for action and movement. Deimos wouldn’t be fighting with two spears, so he found the other one a bit unjust, but would adjust motions appropriately; grant them as a challenge rather than narrowing his eyes suspiciously in the cleric’s direction.
Not to be controlled by anyone, the Sword moved towards the left – fast and swift despite his size, altering away from the second spear notched into the ground, and the strike intended for his arm. He could hear it in the air by his shoulder, and smirked slightly, before turning, attempting to tap his own spear against Darkeye’s ribs.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
