DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
He waited in the midst of decisions, confident, compliant, and presuming they’d be capable no matter which avenue was chosen. A plan, a series of calculations could be concocted, but what would truly matter were the actions in the thick of movements, lingering in the deductions and panic of a apprehensive prey. Listening to Sah’s choice, the General nodded, quickly crouching down below the rock formation again, only giving Zuriel a brief glance. The unicorn hastened into a peculiar role of lowering herself against the snow, unseen entirely by the moose lingering and grazing nearby, while the men cobbled together their efforts. “That is fine,” was a swift murmur against the snowbank, while he maneuvered quietly. He drew the bag of holding off his shoulder, opening the maw to hasten his quiver and bow, notching one arrow, before resuming his prior stance.
The Sword’s gaze went back towards the others; massive, strong, and enduring, the fortitude and might in their potent, powerful kicks, in their gangly but rendered speed, unfurling amidst his thoughts. “I will watch the rest as well.” In case they presented an issue, if something else didn’t go to their initial machinations. “When you are ready,” and then he breathed, a sharp inhale, then slow exhale, stoking the plumes of patience and composure.
The Sword’s gaze went back towards the others; massive, strong, and enduring, the fortitude and might in their potent, powerful kicks, in their gangly but rendered speed, unfurling amidst his thoughts. “I will watch the rest as well.” In case they presented an issue, if something else didn’t go to their initial machinations. “When you are ready,” and then he breathed, a sharp inhale, then slow exhale, stoking the plumes of patience and composure.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
