It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
He laughed at her response while they pulled and hastened, taking the massive beast downwards, then upwards, over the snow. He’d expected it, really; given the amount of fur and pelts they’d have available. The stark ivory would be formidable and useful for blending into the landscape, for returning for another hunt, a reckoning camouflage in the midst of constant ice and rime. “Good of you.”
As the land evened out, as the slopes turned into endless expanses and abyss, his strides elongated, muscles bunched, honed, and undulating beneath layers upon layers; content to utilize his brawn, as if this was naught more than a stroll. The monolith’s eyes went to her briefly, a nod forthcoming, away from the jokes and diatribes for an instant – sincerity in his plain speech. “Thank you for helping.” And Deimos meant it; considering what had occurred. The possibility of him being able to do this successfully, alone, would’ve likely been disastrous on its own forefront. Power was power, and strategy was strategy, but there were too many other factors within a world not known for its fortune. They’d been triumphant and victorious, and he wouldn’t dwell further on what could’ve been – his gaze sweeping back to the ongoing landscape before them.
As the land evened out, as the slopes turned into endless expanses and abyss, his strides elongated, muscles bunched, honed, and undulating beneath layers upon layers; content to utilize his brawn, as if this was naught more than a stroll. The monolith’s eyes went to her briefly, a nod forthcoming, away from the jokes and diatribes for an instant – sincerity in his plain speech. “Thank you for helping.” And Deimos meant it; considering what had occurred. The possibility of him being able to do this successfully, alone, would’ve likely been disastrous on its own forefront. Power was power, and strategy was strategy, but there were too many other factors within a world not known for its fortune. They’d been triumphant and victorious, and he wouldn’t dwell further on what could’ve been – his gaze sweeping back to the ongoing landscape before them.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
