Deimos
One could argue that all Naturals had always been a part of Caido – no matter the influence of gods and wars, but in the way they shaped their lands and kingdoms. One did not have to be glorified to make an impact. They could do so on their own goals and merits. Even without being named as wardens or generals or demigods, would they not still be here? Pressing their hands into frames and making sure a weapon, a defensive and offensive means, was constructed for the sake of their people? A silent inquiry, perhaps, but one just the same.
The Sword didn’t have a response for the possibilities, not when they were so uncertain about how or where the damnation was going to break – just a timeline, a rough outset that it was coming. “Have you heard anything else from Vi? Or about the potential for a skyport?” That would lead them down further roads of change and alteration, as he nimbly placed the next set of frames over the glass, listening to the wood settle around the veneer.
The Sword didn’t have a response for the possibilities, not when they were so uncertain about how or where the damnation was going to break – just a timeline, a rough outset that it was coming. “Have you heard anything else from Vi? Or about the potential for a skyport?” That would lead them down further roads of change and alteration, as he nimbly placed the next set of frames over the glass, listening to the wood settle around the veneer.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
