whole and apart and in-between

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He washed his hands after ensuring the surface was scrubbed down; not the table where formal plans were drawn up, but one towards the back, utilitarian in its uses. The beast laid out several clothes too, drawing long hair up, back, and out of the way, before he began plucking feathers out of the closest ningo, stuffing them in a nearby bag, intending to find a purpose for each part and portion of the sacrificial birds. The conversation, though often not welcomed simply because he wasn’t a fan of discourse, was a range of distractions, idle in deftness of his hands. The General’s brows furrowed a fraction, contemplating the meaning behind something big within the earth, and how they’d missed it the first time. Maybe the others had gone farther, reaching, reaching, reaching beyond the storm, until that figment emerged. “No idea what it could have been?” Another form of a landshark? Or were some other creature they’d yet to discover, some other monster, beast, or guardian of the dirt, loam, and soil? master of nothing place; of recoil and grace