Deimos
Never one for fame or renown, perhaps Deimos should’ve been grateful, though unknowingly so, that Liam didn’t draw attention to the Sword’s notoriety. So he nodded, snagging at the information of names, Liam, before moving towards spying upon the ground below.
But even with both seeking and searching the loam, there was nothing to be had. Were he in familiar company, he might’ve wrinkled his nose or expressed his displeasure in the continued and persistent lack of information. Instead, he kept his irritation to a bare minimum, with a mere furrowing of his brows as the dirt simply looked like dirt. “Perhaps,” and maybe he’d been mistaken, thinking any evidence would remain firmly on the surface.
Instead then, by way of Liam’s suggestion, he maneuvered his magic further along the crater, deeper into the darker surfaces, sifting through the silt and soil once more. It lifted further, debris for them to survey and process.
But even with both seeking and searching the loam, there was nothing to be had. Were he in familiar company, he might’ve wrinkled his nose or expressed his displeasure in the continued and persistent lack of information. Instead, he kept his irritation to a bare minimum, with a mere furrowing of his brows as the dirt simply looked like dirt. “Perhaps,” and maybe he’d been mistaken, thinking any evidence would remain firmly on the surface.
Instead then, by way of Liam’s suggestion, he maneuvered his magic further along the crater, deeper into the darker surfaces, sifting through the silt and soil once more. It lifted further, debris for them to survey and process.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
