DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Having held the incantations for years now, Deimos had no thought, nuance, or notion of the presentation coiled from his enchantments. Much like everything else, there was no purposeful display – just action, just movement, just motion, completing what needed to be done, and moving onward. So he didn’t expect Sah’s inquiry as they maneuvered the moose onto the sled, lifting, muscles bunching, coiling, undulating, content to be utilized. Once they’d placed the first one down, he pulled on the transportation device, coaxing it forward, sliding it over, towards the next one, while he mulled over how to best answer. “Most of it comes from experience. Things I have seen, used, or can recall from before.” Sometimes the fabrications were carved and sculpted together – like bits and pieces of armor, weaponry. “If it is a big project, I will often sketch it out. But once it is in my head, I can create it.” Like a picture, with all the details and scruples.
Uncertain if that was the angle in which Sah questioned, he shrugged, maneuvering onward to the other moose and its accompanying runners, intending to repeat the earlier process, waiting for the fellow Abandoned to take the other portion.
Uncertain if that was the angle in which Sah questioned, he shrugged, maneuvering onward to the other moose and its accompanying runners, intending to repeat the earlier process, waiting for the fellow Abandoned to take the other portion.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
