Deimos
Something stirred as he looked below – towards the labyrinth, with the outline of vines and ability to see into its warren sanction. He might have laughed in another time or place, but the space didn’t provide him much comfort – brows furrowed slightly at the inquiry. “Used to live here,” and his jaw jutted down towards the village. He imagined his old home must have been decimated in the interim of years before; perhaps in all the pending disasters, or in the Sparkbird’s surefire demolition. “When the Voice pulled us in, we had no choice. Before the barrier fell.” And all the other sentiments behind it.
And they’d tried to scrape something together out of a world they knew nothing about. He huffed some self-deprecating chuckle, before advancing further, taking long strides to unwind up the hill, striving to ease the tension away from his soul. As for its beauty, maybe it was a welcome alteration – a shift in the earth, in the absent dwelling, where so many events had lacquered and taken place. “It is a nice change from what it used to be.”
And they’d tried to scrape something together out of a world they knew nothing about. He huffed some self-deprecating chuckle, before advancing further, taking long strides to unwind up the hill, striving to ease the tension away from his soul. As for its beauty, maybe it was a welcome alteration – a shift in the earth, in the absent dwelling, where so many events had lacquered and taken place. “It is a nice change from what it used to be.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
