DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
When no more came forth about Fox, other than the lack of shock based on his notions to join the Guild, Deimos persisted in raising his brow suspiciously, but gave naught more. He’d wheedle something else out of her eventually, or she’d choose to keep antics relatively private; it was enough to know she’d found someone that intrigued and interested. He prospered nothing on Chulance either, figuring that had been broken off or faded at some point, as she’d promised.
Long strides continued to sweep them along the right portion of the bridges, though he could feel her falter, his strong arm prevented her from peeling straight into the ground. Ensuring she was upright again with a casual shrug, he ushered forth another long sigh and a shake of his head. “No. Not really. It could be nothing at all, but she had her doubts.” The ominous quality of it all, accompanied with the information gathering, still managed to immerse itself down the lengths of his spine in modicums of dread. “For now, we have let leaders and demigods know. So they could prepare.” Their people...their lands, and everything else notched within.
Long strides continued to sweep them along the right portion of the bridges, though he could feel her falter, his strong arm prevented her from peeling straight into the ground. Ensuring she was upright again with a casual shrug, he ushered forth another long sigh and a shake of his head. “No. Not really. It could be nothing at all, but she had her doubts.” The ominous quality of it all, accompanied with the information gathering, still managed to immerse itself down the lengths of his spine in modicums of dread. “For now, we have let leaders and demigods know. So they could prepare.” Their people...their lands, and everything else notched within.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
