DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Evening pressed, twilight curled and coiled, quicker in the winter hours, as he made another escape from the council hall. More of the same oaths and complaints had made up the day there, and his head hung as he walked along the cobblestone paths, craving nothing more than the familiarity of the barracks. Home was an assemblage of weapons, armaments, defenses, and schemes; where his heart was at ease, where his soul was at rest. And perhaps this was an opposing conflagration from others, who craved repose and sanctuary in the quiet respite, in calm voids – but from a man who’d lived multiple lives in bloodshed, in bedlam, rest took on a different venture.
By the time he’d arrived back into the training grounds, there were still other guards left in the arches and vestiges, and he was quick to hasten them for spars, for rapid, swift presses of swords hastening, clashing. Inherent, natural, and completely at ease in the fluid complexities of steel against steel, the beast shifted against his opponents, mighty, stalwart, and strong, alleviating the tensions of the day through the undulations of his movements. Choreographed upheaval, with a swing of his blade, with the rich laughter pouring from each of the assembled, as they met with the monolith, clashed and skirmished, practiced and dueled. Learning experiences and curves for all of them, as Deimos analyzed his opponents, as his rivals and recruits attempted to find pockets of faults and flaws to exploit.
For while he was a temporary Warden, Deimos would always be a soldier, diving headlong into the stone and earth for a way to reach, to protect, and to guide.
By the time he’d arrived back into the training grounds, there were still other guards left in the arches and vestiges, and he was quick to hasten them for spars, for rapid, swift presses of swords hastening, clashing. Inherent, natural, and completely at ease in the fluid complexities of steel against steel, the beast shifted against his opponents, mighty, stalwart, and strong, alleviating the tensions of the day through the undulations of his movements. Choreographed upheaval, with a swing of his blade, with the rich laughter pouring from each of the assembled, as they met with the monolith, clashed and skirmished, practiced and dueled. Learning experiences and curves for all of them, as Deimos analyzed his opponents, as his rivals and recruits attempted to find pockets of faults and flaws to exploit.
For while he was a temporary Warden, Deimos would always be a soldier, diving headlong into the stone and earth for a way to reach, to protect, and to guide.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
