DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Back into the press of the Climb, with its bizarre outreach, with the entanglements of pumpkins. He’d taken a different route altogether today though – drawn by curiosity, by needing his mind blank, not reeling, not seething, not doing anything but exploring, wondering, and puzzling through the nature of the world around him.
Zuriel and Belial followed suit, the former because he requested it, and the latter because the young peryton required some exercise, floating along rims and reaches, clearly intending to hunt down gore crows. But the Sword’s attention meandered on the depths of the realm he’d found himself within: not the familiar Frey’s Breath, not the pits of smoke and fire, not falls beyond falls, but rising parapets, and chambers of obsidian. Gaze narrowing, halting before the strange pews and rectangular blocks of stone, he tilted his head, completely ignoring the rumbling hisses of the gourds.
Zuriel and Belial followed suit, the former because he requested it, and the latter because the young peryton required some exercise, floating along rims and reaches, clearly intending to hunt down gore crows. But the Sword’s attention meandered on the depths of the realm he’d found himself within: not the familiar Frey’s Breath, not the pits of smoke and fire, not falls beyond falls, but rising parapets, and chambers of obsidian. Gaze narrowing, halting before the strange pews and rectangular blocks of stone, he tilted his head, completely ignoring the rumbling hisses of the gourds.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
