It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Leaving Zuriel’s irritation and condemnation behind, he motioned along the ridge, back to the fallen ursur, the pool of blood, and their next trial. Aisha must’ve been contemplating while he was being tended to though, and so he tilted his head, pondering over the complexities. Yes. And a sled. They could use the rope to pull the bear down the hill, and then hopefully, between the two of them amidst and amongst human dynamics, manage to lift the beast onto the device, and then merely slide it back to Halo.
So he shifted back to human entanglements, fully capable of maneuvering well and efficiently without the boundaries and edges of pain, wounds, and lacerations languishing against him. Between gloved hands, the tiger fur remaining over any exposed skin, rising up over his neck like a balm, the Sword began his creation incantations. In between his palms, the rope began to take form, tough and enduring, formidable and taut, a capable, suitable length for the task at hand. He’d contort and manifest the sled once they’d safely brought the fallen creature down the knoll.
Thereafter, he tied the cord and line around the ursur’s limbs, looping and knotting, eyeing the claws he’d have to snag for Ludo’s quest. An arch to his brow followed, the deep rumble asserting itself from his vocals again. “Ready when you are.” Then they could tug and drag, haul and tow.
So he shifted back to human entanglements, fully capable of maneuvering well and efficiently without the boundaries and edges of pain, wounds, and lacerations languishing against him. Between gloved hands, the tiger fur remaining over any exposed skin, rising up over his neck like a balm, the Sword began his creation incantations. In between his palms, the rope began to take form, tough and enduring, formidable and taut, a capable, suitable length for the task at hand. He’d contort and manifest the sled once they’d safely brought the fallen creature down the knoll.
Thereafter, he tied the cord and line around the ursur’s limbs, looping and knotting, eyeing the claws he’d have to snag for Ludo’s quest. An arch to his brow followed, the deep rumble asserting itself from his vocals again. “Ready when you are.” Then they could tug and drag, haul and tow.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
