DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos somehow remained upright, but it had been a close one. Snorting, muffling the distinction of a laugh, he shook his head and offered his hand out to Darkeye to drag him upwards again. “I think we have done enough for today,” and thereafter he scooped up the various weaponry that had managed to scatter amongst the stone floor.
The rest of the soldiers milling about seemed bemused by the antics, and returned to their posts, skirmishes, and own practice. “Do you need any healing?” His head jutted in the direction of Zuriel, standing but clearly napping in the corner, waiting to be summoned or irritated into mending another wounded warrior in the midst.
The rest of the soldiers milling about seemed bemused by the antics, and returned to their posts, skirmishes, and own practice. “Do you need any healing?” His head jutted in the direction of Zuriel, standing but clearly napping in the corner, waiting to be summoned or irritated into mending another wounded warrior in the midst.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
