DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Probably,” he mentioned – knowing how they’d kept a collection of journals amongst the guildhouse. Information and sagacity were beneficial natures, valuable, necessary resources for the world they lived within – especially those of Outlander status. “There is one in the Grounds,” and unaware of the one in Stormbreak, the beast could only conjure the notions of ruins and tomes amongst the fold of Hollowed contortions.
Assaults and sieges waged though, and he had to laugh as the blow filtered and flickered away – his spear hitting the stone as Darkeye maneuvered out of range. A shame, for it would’ve been a worthwhile attack, but ever the unrelenting, persistent fiend, Deimos didn’t cease at other opportunities. The counter-attack was admirable, but his spear caught the opposing armament, and seizing another moment, he twisted his own weapon back towards Darkeye’s shoulder, intending to gauge the reaction.
Assaults and sieges waged though, and he had to laugh as the blow filtered and flickered away – his spear hitting the stone as Darkeye maneuvered out of range. A shame, for it would’ve been a worthwhile attack, but ever the unrelenting, persistent fiend, Deimos didn’t cease at other opportunities. The counter-attack was admirable, but his spear caught the opposing armament, and seizing another moment, he twisted his own weapon back towards Darkeye’s shoulder, intending to gauge the reaction.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
