DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword’s gaze traveled rapidly, and back and forth, from the tracker and the ursur. The former moved rapidly towards Alys, an apology and gratitude on their lips, while the latter was still. But Deimos wasn’t going to wait around to see if it had been felled or simply stunned; whatever bones that had been mauled had done enough damage for the time being. Ordinarily, he might’ve lingered to cut apart meat, to leave nothing to waste, but the way that damned bear existed – it gave him thought to leave it all behind.
Besides, he likely had two wounded, one dead, and Alys on his back; enough of a maelstrom to warrant turning around. If anything, it was more information to share, and dread over, in the coming days.
So once the other was snagged, he swiftly altered course, Belial high above and Zuriel’s call clambering somewhere in the distance. He followed all the traces, from peryton to unicorn to the dark spires of the Citadel overhead, the consternation welled and pooling every line and every scale.
Besides, he likely had two wounded, one dead, and Alys on his back; enough of a maelstrom to warrant turning around. If anything, it was more information to share, and dread over, in the coming days.
So once the other was snagged, he swiftly altered course, Belial high above and Zuriel’s call clambering somewhere in the distance. He followed all the traces, from peryton to unicorn to the dark spires of the Citadel overhead, the consternation welled and pooling every line and every scale.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
