DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The screaming had been all he needed. Already motivated by malice and menace, the shouting of his citizens was enough to unfurl and unleash an alarming amount of power, so when the bear even bothered to take several steps in their direction, it was already bound for nothingness. The wind and air barreled into it, stripped it down to minimal breaths and ragged sounds, until it dropped to the earth, gone, never to return.
Taking a long, deep breath, the Sword carefully came down from the rocks, with Zuriel quick to follow. His eyes narrowed at Thalassa seemingly either standing guard or watch, brow arching as he began to take those lengthy, precise strides into the alcove. “Thank you. I will take them home.” While the unicorn tended to the woman’s wounds and the other tracker made some other conversation, of which Deimos would have to be filled in on later, he only turned slightly, immediately setting the corpses nearby on fire – lingering notes of vengeance on the snow.
Taking a long, deep breath, the Sword carefully came down from the rocks, with Zuriel quick to follow. His eyes narrowed at Thalassa seemingly either standing guard or watch, brow arching as he began to take those lengthy, precise strides into the alcove. “Thank you. I will take them home.” While the unicorn tended to the woman’s wounds and the other tracker made some other conversation, of which Deimos would have to be filled in on later, he only turned slightly, immediately setting the corpses nearby on fire – lingering notes of vengeance on the snow.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
