DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Content with the amount of pumpkin, and impending desserts, the question caused him to arch his brow, and then snort. “Plenty. Like healing.” Considering how often his life had been entangled with the battlefield, perhaps it had been inevitable, right from birth, that his life wouldn’t be assorted with mending or assuaging. A trade off, for the damage he could do.
Walking further, his long strides extending out once more, his sharpened gaze landed upon more roaming gourds, but they persisted in remaining out of range. Besides, the other inquiry gave him pause. “We tried other things before,” like that godforsaken door that ended Rexanna’s life. “But the Old Gods had not been the ones to create them,” and so perhaps, they’d figured it wasn’t their problem. “Fire worked well, anyway.” In multiple ways; like taking down entire guilds or taverns. “And I have not heard of any monsters reappearing since the year after.” But the notions that some had always remained in the back of his mind.
Walking further, his long strides extending out once more, his sharpened gaze landed upon more roaming gourds, but they persisted in remaining out of range. Besides, the other inquiry gave him pause. “We tried other things before,” like that godforsaken door that ended Rexanna’s life. “But the Old Gods had not been the ones to create them,” and so perhaps, they’d figured it wasn’t their problem. “Fire worked well, anyway.” In multiple ways; like taking down entire guilds or taverns. “And I have not heard of any monsters reappearing since the year after.” But the notions that some had always remained in the back of his mind.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
