DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
As promised, on the day of his hunting ventures, the General sent a notice towards Sah and wherever he happened to be residing. Thereafter, the beast packed lightly, assembling the noteworthy weapons along his belt and back (swords, quivers), and other armaments stored, tucked neatly, in his bag of holding. Depending on whatever they managed to snag or catch, he could construct some sort of device to traverse back with it across the snow (figments of a sled already contemplated in the back of his mind), ensuring another semblance of families were fed from the stored food over the impending Deepfrost’s reign. When he’d gathered the necessary remnants, furs, gloves, and other materials, he managed to bombard Zuriel away from her favored hearth; not foolish enough to leave her behind, not when there were so many potential hazards and dangers across the ivory earth.
And so they left the warmth of the fires and braziers along the barracks, trekking through the ice and snow laden cobblestones, roads, and pathways, marching towards Citadel gates, every inch the monolith, head held high, immersing his thoughts, his machinations, into the nature of what they’d be setting out to do – violence, vehemence, taking, taking, taking. The unicorn snorted her evident displeasure, and he snagged a treat from his pocket, a silent gesture of more promised later, when they’d returned from the Tundra’s wake. All there was to do was wait for Sah, and then they could be on their way, out into the desolation (and the sense of liberation, of deliverance, of memories, for a beast who’d thrived in mountains before).
And so they left the warmth of the fires and braziers along the barracks, trekking through the ice and snow laden cobblestones, roads, and pathways, marching towards Citadel gates, every inch the monolith, head held high, immersing his thoughts, his machinations, into the nature of what they’d be setting out to do – violence, vehemence, taking, taking, taking. The unicorn snorted her evident displeasure, and he snagged a treat from his pocket, a silent gesture of more promised later, when they’d returned from the Tundra’s wake. All there was to do was wait for Sah, and then they could be on their way, out into the desolation (and the sense of liberation, of deliverance, of memories, for a beast who’d thrived in mountains before).
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
