Deimos
The art of patience, of waiting, had long been instilled within the Sword. Training, war, battles, crusades, and multitudes of other things embedded the notions of stillness, and in someone so large and imposing, it had ensured he found a way to refrain from overwhelming figments. He crouched behind a larger boulder too, journal and charcoal at the ready, eyes tracking the ground, the sky, and the river in between, intending to catch the moment and record the notions. If it came at all.
But they didn’t have to meander too long, for sand maneuvered and shot upward, a fish snagged away from the current, and then ascended into the skyline, hanging above the canopy in a very impressive amount of speed. His eyes might’ve widened a fraction – used to the lumbering and quick movements of ursur, or the meandering plodding of frost giants, the eerie, enigmatic motion of monsters. “Nicely done,” he rumbled in return towards the Ancient’s excitement, taking the moment to record and sketch an outline and diagram of the creature, notes quickly written along the sides. “Do you need anything from it?”
But they didn’t have to meander too long, for sand maneuvered and shot upward, a fish snagged away from the current, and then ascended into the skyline, hanging above the canopy in a very impressive amount of speed. His eyes might’ve widened a fraction – used to the lumbering and quick movements of ursur, or the meandering plodding of frost giants, the eerie, enigmatic motion of monsters. “Nicely done,” he rumbled in return towards the Ancient’s excitement, taking the moment to record and sketch an outline and diagram of the creature, notes quickly written along the sides. “Do you need anything from it?”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
