Deimos
before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were
His eyes tracked movements, keen on how Noah would dodge or counteract. Some rocks were missed and others pummeled, and the only difference in his features was the slight arch of his brow once more, waiting for the response.this is who we were
Of course, it would be the spirit stag.
An inkling of light, difficult to miss despite the hour of the day, contorted from the corner of the Sword’s eye, and he snorted, summoning another icy shield around his entire entity. The deer’s horns cracked into the formation, but otherwise the slate held firm; to which he used the lower layer to swing outward, intending to slam against the Forsaken.
this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
