Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?Over before it’d even begun – the feeling of ice blasting through the corridor, fury, wrath, and abhorrence for their disturbance. He could understand it, comprehend it, but it didn’t make it any easier.
It was Zuriel’s pain, combined with all the other vestiges of melancholy, despair, and disaster, stinging through his soul. Combined, together, in between bonds of man and beast, were those infernal connections he’d taken for granted. The haughty conjectures were gone, replaced by walls of torrential agony, and he could feel the nettles pulsing down his throat, the frigid air pummeling its way into his lungs, echoes and refrains, a silent, infernal scream rampaging through a unicorn’s chest and ending in his. Everything was cold, cold, cold, and damned, damned, damned.
Go was all he could muster for the moment towards his bonded, raising his head, trying to survey the rest of the scene. Zuriel’s movements were slow, labored, and he had every intention of dragging her back through the tunnel instantly, had everything else not gone to hell too. Amalia grabbed Jyoti. Adam had Coffee – except not, because the dragon was frozen (and such a vivid image sunk into his mind; vanquished), and then there was shooting (the gun?), and the confusion, the chaos, curled against him. This was how he survived, immersed in all of these war zone layers. Just a different time. Just a different place.
Within a breath he’d advanced from their edges, unfurling a net from his creation magic, weighted down by heavier material, attaching a lengthy rope to its hinges, and hoping as he threw it, it could hit upon the ice cube with Coffee contained. Would Sunjata be able to snag the rope and take it with him? Grab it was a singular command sent to the man. Uncertain where Peter’s companion had been dispersed to (ether? Vapor? Nothing?), he couldn't wait any longer. When Zuriel had ambled towards Amalia back through the tunnel, he ran and turned along the entryway, drawing up a shield of ice along the aperture – water honed and forged with some bestial shade of abhorrence and melancholy, intending to gain them all some time or hopefully block any more attacks from the vehement dragon.
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Zuriel heads back towards the tunnel with Amalia and Jyoti. Deimos creates a weighted net with a long rope attached (for Sunjata to grab) intending to hurl it towards ice cube Coffee, heads towards the tunnel, and draws up an ice shield to hopefully buy time for Sunjata or block any further dragon attacks.
It was Zuriel’s pain, combined with all the other vestiges of melancholy, despair, and disaster, stinging through his soul. Combined, together, in between bonds of man and beast, were those infernal connections he’d taken for granted. The haughty conjectures were gone, replaced by walls of torrential agony, and he could feel the nettles pulsing down his throat, the frigid air pummeling its way into his lungs, echoes and refrains, a silent, infernal scream rampaging through a unicorn’s chest and ending in his. Everything was cold, cold, cold, and damned, damned, damned.
Go was all he could muster for the moment towards his bonded, raising his head, trying to survey the rest of the scene. Zuriel’s movements were slow, labored, and he had every intention of dragging her back through the tunnel instantly, had everything else not gone to hell too. Amalia grabbed Jyoti. Adam had Coffee – except not, because the dragon was frozen (and such a vivid image sunk into his mind; vanquished), and then there was shooting (the gun?), and the confusion, the chaos, curled against him. This was how he survived, immersed in all of these war zone layers. Just a different time. Just a different place.
Within a breath he’d advanced from their edges, unfurling a net from his creation magic, weighted down by heavier material, attaching a lengthy rope to its hinges, and hoping as he threw it, it could hit upon the ice cube with Coffee contained. Would Sunjata be able to snag the rope and take it with him? Grab it was a singular command sent to the man. Uncertain where Peter’s companion had been dispersed to (ether? Vapor? Nothing?), he couldn't wait any longer. When Zuriel had ambled towards Amalia back through the tunnel, he ran and turned along the entryway, drawing up a shield of ice along the aperture – water honed and forged with some bestial shade of abhorrence and melancholy, intending to gain them all some time or hopefully block any more attacks from the vehement dragon.
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Zuriel heads back towards the tunnel with Amalia and Jyoti. Deimos creates a weighted net with a long rope attached (for Sunjata to grab) intending to hurl it towards ice cube Coffee, heads towards the tunnel, and draws up an ice shield to hopefully buy time for Sunjata or block any further dragon attacks.
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
