DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
At the Abandoned’s compliment, one Zuriel believed justified, deserved, her neck arched a little higher, a self-satisfied contentment rolling through her shoulders and movements. She opted to not proffer anything else in Sah’s stead though, other than perhaps a very dignified nod, her attention deviating towards her bonded in the sky. The mare had kept many an individual alive, through crisis after crisis, through mishap after mishap, but her main concern would always be the Sword. Gods knew he’d tried every ounce of her patience and fortitude lately; but they were connected, and so she followed, maneuvering, angling, herself to catch the dives, the motions of plumage.
And for the General’s efforts, the sharpened sight, the ability to gaze farther over the landscape, to breathe in the relish of the chilling air, to rise above, above, above provided an immense liberation. For a few seconds he twisted, turned, volleyed, merely for the thrill before the scouting had truly begun, permitting the rush of the horizon to breathe and segment its way into his soul. Flying provided clarity too – and ahead of Sah, yards and yards away, behind rock knolls jutting out of ice and rime, were several moose grazing on what little remained below the surface, a herd of luxere further onward, and a scattering of tinier things, perhaps some foxes and hares scrounging around.
Potential game spotted, he shifted downward, breezing lightly overhead, as if naught was amiss near the creatures, before rounding back to where he’d begun, landing, and morphing back before unicorn and man. “Moose,” and he pointed north, and then his gaze launched towards the east. “Luxere,” indicating with a nod. “I would prefer the moose,” and then he shrugged, permitting Sah to make a choice.
And for the General’s efforts, the sharpened sight, the ability to gaze farther over the landscape, to breathe in the relish of the chilling air, to rise above, above, above provided an immense liberation. For a few seconds he twisted, turned, volleyed, merely for the thrill before the scouting had truly begun, permitting the rush of the horizon to breathe and segment its way into his soul. Flying provided clarity too – and ahead of Sah, yards and yards away, behind rock knolls jutting out of ice and rime, were several moose grazing on what little remained below the surface, a herd of luxere further onward, and a scattering of tinier things, perhaps some foxes and hares scrounging around.
Potential game spotted, he shifted downward, breezing lightly overhead, as if naught was amiss near the creatures, before rounding back to where he’d begun, landing, and morphing back before unicorn and man. “Moose,” and he pointed north, and then his gaze launched towards the east. “Luxere,” indicating with a nod. “I would prefer the moose,” and then he shrugged, permitting Sah to make a choice.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
