DEIMOS
They believe nothing can reach us
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
His eyes followed the netting nuances, the things left unsaid. He presumed it was another trap, another snare, another way to irritate an adversary closing it. It reminded him of hunting, of setting out ruses and schemes for the wildlife to investigate, be caught and tethered, food for the future. Whether or not anyone stumbled upon this place, and what for - hidden into the depths, sheltered from prying eyes by the mere distance and fortitude of existing brush and timber. But that was what made it a sublime outing – to stretch out into the furtive nature, to exist beneath the laws’ noses; for whomever, in their cluster and circle of friends, comrades, and allies.
He followed her directions, taking the thin wire and tying it around the designated hook, tightening and tightening, pulling and tugging on the net a few times in order to ensure it maintained its space, its place. The reticent depths of the Reaper’s stare roamed back to Wessex, giving her an affirmative nod, ready for her to put the rocks in their proper setting.
He followed her directions, taking the thin wire and tying it around the designated hook, tightening and tightening, pulling and tugging on the net a few times in order to ensure it maintained its space, its place. The reticent depths of the Reaper’s stare roamed back to Wessex, giving her an affirmative nod, ready for her to put the rocks in their proper setting.
They're wrong
