DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword and unicorn didn’t have to wait long, the beast’s eyes quickly catching movement and motion along the gates, a wave signaled towards them both. He proffered a nod in way of greeting, shifting his bag and tools back into place. Zuriel regarded Sah with her usual imperial impassivity, and Deimos adjusted the blanket he had created for her during the season – re-establishing straps to her liking while the Abandoned inquired the particulars of their journey. “Not really – I thought I would scout ahead once we got out there and see what is available.” The promise or possibility of bigger game was always an enticing notion; otherwise he would’ve just settled for continually picking off the ningos around the Citadel, much to Chulane’s dismay. If worse came to worse, he could always compel some creatures, but that felt like cheating. Rising back to his full height, the General’s gaze pinpointed on other particulars, warnings in advance. “I will do my best to ensure we avoid ursurs.” Or frost giants, or whatever the hell else lurked out there that he’d yet to see, but could imagine. This world enjoyed its thrall and throngs of monsters.
And with that, he angled his way towards the gates, and out along the deeper snow, glancing back over his shoulder to ensure companions – human and equine alike – were following along. The chill ran far more rampant, deeper into his soul, conjuring figments of other times, other places, other worlds; and perhaps it meant he either belonged, or had adjusted, morphed, altered once more, into some semblance of what he was once understood in the very fiber of his bones. “What did you bring?” In terms of weapons or other essentials – curious to what the other man thought he’d need to survive the day’s trek.
And with that, he angled his way towards the gates, and out along the deeper snow, glancing back over his shoulder to ensure companions – human and equine alike – were following along. The chill ran far more rampant, deeper into his soul, conjuring figments of other times, other places, other worlds; and perhaps it meant he either belonged, or had adjusted, morphed, altered once more, into some semblance of what he was once understood in the very fiber of his bones. “What did you bring?” In terms of weapons or other essentials – curious to what the other man thought he’d need to survive the day’s trek.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
