DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Bending down to inspect and ensure the cow’s blow had been substantial enough to warrant no further actions towards her demise, he removed the arrow, bowing his head slightly at her offering. More than a few families wouldn’t go hungry from her sacrificial alms, and her hide would be useful in the coming season. His attentions only dispersed when Sah’s movements ricocheted over the clearing, and the Sword’s cranium rose, watching the charade.
Through fortune, experience, or a little bit of both, the moose he’d witnessed fall earlier did so again under the Abandoned’s ministrations. The blade found its way into fur, pelt, and flesh, and then suddenly they had two rugged animals for Halo’s wares. He didn’t miss the leer, the feral grin; but couldn’t match himself. The satisfaction from a good hunt was felt through his bones, but lacked the sharpened, honed relish of puncturing, piercing, or massacring an adversary. These were provisions, naught more. “Understandable,” the beast motioned, since he’d been half-inclined himself.
As for what to do with the massive forms? It would’ve been easier with one, but he figured with a bit of time they’d find a way to manage. “Give me a moment.” And from there his creation magic contorted, rippled, undulated through the snow, amassing two sleds, their runners sharpened and honed for gliding over the ice. Zuriel watched from the sidelines, apparently bored given her impassive expression, the action gone and receded.
“We can lift one end and put it on, and then repeat.” With his strength, despite the beasts’ bulk, they should be able to render the notions without too much incident – though he did summon the unicorn over to place a hoof on the sled, ensuring it remained in place while they lifted, pulled, and dropped. He crouched by the head and hooves, waiting for Sah to follow through.
Through fortune, experience, or a little bit of both, the moose he’d witnessed fall earlier did so again under the Abandoned’s ministrations. The blade found its way into fur, pelt, and flesh, and then suddenly they had two rugged animals for Halo’s wares. He didn’t miss the leer, the feral grin; but couldn’t match himself. The satisfaction from a good hunt was felt through his bones, but lacked the sharpened, honed relish of puncturing, piercing, or massacring an adversary. These were provisions, naught more. “Understandable,” the beast motioned, since he’d been half-inclined himself.
As for what to do with the massive forms? It would’ve been easier with one, but he figured with a bit of time they’d find a way to manage. “Give me a moment.” And from there his creation magic contorted, rippled, undulated through the snow, amassing two sleds, their runners sharpened and honed for gliding over the ice. Zuriel watched from the sidelines, apparently bored given her impassive expression, the action gone and receded.
“We can lift one end and put it on, and then repeat.” With his strength, despite the beasts’ bulk, they should be able to render the notions without too much incident – though he did summon the unicorn over to place a hoof on the sled, ensuring it remained in place while they lifted, pulled, and dropped. He crouched by the head and hooves, waiting for Sah to follow through.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
