DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The sight of more blood, likely riveting deep from the man’s lungs, seethed and rippled in his bones. Hurry up he somehow begged, pleaded, and commanded through the companion bond, feeling like the mare was merely inching her way along, the seconds too precious, too few. Too many battlefield wounds marked upon comrades, too many memories of freshly-dug graves, centered on his mind – and he only veered away from them, crouched before this lacerated, battered man, as he told his story.
Rabbits – fat rabbits luring, eyes following the width of the farmer’s hands. Understandable, despite Deimos having almost no notion of the occupation, that the man wouldn’t want the rodent to destroy his crops. That it was some sort of siren fixture made the Sword’s eyes narrow, perplexed, confused. He knew about the storms, but had never been involved with them. That had been one of Amalia’s many adventures. “Yes.” A nod of understanding on their existence, on the treacherous wakes potentially clenching and furling. “So how did you come to be like this?”
Then, finally, the unicorn manifested herself through the haze, crouching down to her knees beside the man – a noble, gentle stare rendered for him. She’d deal with the General’s impatience later. “This is Zuriel. She can heal you.” In case the man was spooked of another animal’s appearance, staying where he was, permitting the creature to do her work.
Rabbits – fat rabbits luring, eyes following the width of the farmer’s hands. Understandable, despite Deimos having almost no notion of the occupation, that the man wouldn’t want the rodent to destroy his crops. That it was some sort of siren fixture made the Sword’s eyes narrow, perplexed, confused. He knew about the storms, but had never been involved with them. That had been one of Amalia’s many adventures. “Yes.” A nod of understanding on their existence, on the treacherous wakes potentially clenching and furling. “So how did you come to be like this?”
Then, finally, the unicorn manifested herself through the haze, crouching down to her knees beside the man – a noble, gentle stare rendered for him. She’d deal with the General’s impatience later. “This is Zuriel. She can heal you.” In case the man was spooked of another animal’s appearance, staying where he was, permitting the creature to do her work.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
