It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Deimos pulled out his hunting knife before launching, snagging, or doing anything else further. With one slide of the serrated edges, an ursur claw, massive and brutal, settled into his gloved palm. The fellow beast tucked it into the deeper threads of his pockets, and then slid the dagger away too. The notions of this predator, turned prey, needing to be back at the Citadel soon, to be properly taken care of, wasn’t lost on him; pondering if this wake was taken apart and rendered similar to that of deer.
But then it was time to lift, pull, with human convictions, strength, and hands, crouching down and only smirking lightly at Aisha as she readied herself too, as ropes were utilized, as muscles were honed, as a bear was hoisted down a ridge and upon a sled. Then they’d be free to hasten off, back to civilization. He took hold of the knotted, gnarled figments as well, applying the strength, the assurances, the multitudes of might into the motions and movements, crossing over the Glass’s terrain. He was only slightly distracted by the landscape again, peering out towards the sea as if the monolith down below would make a reappearance; before swinging his attention back to Aisha (Zuriel trailing behind, clearly still annoyed). “What will you do with your share?” A tease of course, the hulking mass was likely enough to feed several families, but they could always have first dibs, given the situation and the means they’d gone through to acquire it.
But then it was time to lift, pull, with human convictions, strength, and hands, crouching down and only smirking lightly at Aisha as she readied herself too, as ropes were utilized, as muscles were honed, as a bear was hoisted down a ridge and upon a sled. Then they’d be free to hasten off, back to civilization. He took hold of the knotted, gnarled figments as well, applying the strength, the assurances, the multitudes of might into the motions and movements, crossing over the Glass’s terrain. He was only slightly distracted by the landscape again, peering out towards the sea as if the monolith down below would make a reappearance; before swinging his attention back to Aisha (Zuriel trailing behind, clearly still annoyed). “What will you do with your share?” A tease of course, the hulking mass was likely enough to feed several families, but they could always have first dibs, given the situation and the means they’d gone through to acquire it.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
