DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Days after their latest hunt, he finally had the time and opportunity to saunter into the midst of the guild. His steps were quiet echoes, for it seemed most of his fellow constituents were out and about, and he checked the bounty board, running his eyes over more sightings, more ventures, and more quandaries than ever before. Wrinkling his nose only slightly at the new, but still confounding information, he aimed to go add to the other journals. Even if they were all frustrated by the ongoings, and lack of reasons, he could at least tend to what they were grasping – though it seemed to be only straws.
Climbing the stairs and heading towards the library, he ensured the hearth was ignited and alight, before procuring the most recent inclusion of void creature journals. Bringing the various notebooks over to the largest table, he centered them squarely amongst the dark wood, beginning to thumb through the familiar pages, heading straight to the nuances, records, and accounts on ursur.
Climbing the stairs and heading towards the library, he ensured the hearth was ignited and alight, before procuring the most recent inclusion of void creature journals. Bringing the various notebooks over to the largest table, he centered them squarely amongst the dark wood, beginning to thumb through the familiar pages, heading straight to the nuances, records, and accounts on ursur.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
