DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Belial’s sight overheard brought far more information than he’d sought; an Ancient, wandering in on the Tundra, apparently following them. Were it Danta, Asta, or Kiada, he would’ve paused – but given two out of the three would’ve sent some sort of note, and had a cloak he’d made specifically for them…his calculations were already in the midst. When it appeared to be someone he couldn’t even be bothered with, well, the Sword continued right on with what he was doing.
Long, sweeping strides persisted along the ice-packed wilderness. Some part of him wanted to see if she truly intended to keep meandering further and further out, or if this had been some play at pride or folly, a game in which she’d see how long she could last. Regardless though, he had better things to do than keep company with indifference.
The peryton went searching further, and so the Sword paused, waiting for the information to come forth. Only then would she have the opportunity to catch up, and when she did, Zuriel snorted, ears pinned, as Deimos took his time in turning his attention towards the Ancient. The inquiry itself was strange, and his only indication of surprise was a slight narrowing of his eyes, waiting for the trick, the ruse. His head tilted in its own vague way; much like many predators when assessing the hunt. “Depends.” If she was willing. Capable. “I am hunting down the remaining void creatures here.” If she didn’t like that, well, there could be options. “We have several trackers that have not returned yet either. Thought I would commit to both and see what became available.” He half-figured the latter had resulted from the former.
Then, whether or not she agreed, he began walking again, the companion ahead already pinpointing a location of void ursurs stalking something in the distance.
Long, sweeping strides persisted along the ice-packed wilderness. Some part of him wanted to see if she truly intended to keep meandering further and further out, or if this had been some play at pride or folly, a game in which she’d see how long she could last. Regardless though, he had better things to do than keep company with indifference.
The peryton went searching further, and so the Sword paused, waiting for the information to come forth. Only then would she have the opportunity to catch up, and when she did, Zuriel snorted, ears pinned, as Deimos took his time in turning his attention towards the Ancient. The inquiry itself was strange, and his only indication of surprise was a slight narrowing of his eyes, waiting for the trick, the ruse. His head tilted in its own vague way; much like many predators when assessing the hunt. “Depends.” If she was willing. Capable. “I am hunting down the remaining void creatures here.” If she didn’t like that, well, there could be options. “We have several trackers that have not returned yet either. Thought I would commit to both and see what became available.” He half-figured the latter had resulted from the former.
Then, whether or not she agreed, he began walking again, the companion ahead already pinpointing a location of void ursurs stalking something in the distance.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
