Deimos
The Sword, unfortunately, was inclined to agree with the stranger. After all the discussions surrounding the enigmatic forces, he was hoping for something other than what it was – a giant hole in the ground. No answers to the myriad of questions underlying the currents of his mind’s machinations, and so he crouched again, studious and forbearing, sighing. “No bother,” he noted, pondering over the rest of the circumstances and already calculating next maneuvers. “I am Deimos.” Might as well break the unknown portions over individuals, rather than the happenstances surrounding them.
Head tilting again, his eyes narrowed, pondering over complexities. “I will try to move the dirt,” just a little; to see if it revealed anything. Moments later, earthen incantations warped and maneuvered below, a gentle sifting, a turning over of soil barren and laden deep within the crater. “Let me know if you see anything.” Evidence of what could have crashed, broken, smashed…or something else entirely.
Head tilting again, his eyes narrowed, pondering over complexities. “I will try to move the dirt,” just a little; to see if it revealed anything. Moments later, earthen incantations warped and maneuvered below, a gentle sifting, a turning over of soil barren and laden deep within the crater. “Let me know if you see anything.” Evidence of what could have crashed, broken, smashed…or something else entirely.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
