DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
They’d opted for the beginning of Deepfrost, and with pending isolation, for an inspection of the current guards. How they managed. How they sparred. How they practiced. How they committed to routine, to their posts. His scrutinizing eyes rarely wavered, watching, waiting, as the devotees to protection upheld their rites and regards, clashing with preferred weapons, notes angled on the paper produced in front of him, on the short, curt speeches he offered and extended. The beast expected Aisha to do the same, proffering her advice when it was needed, guiding principles and details to their brethren, and his dutiful march along the grounds repeated, rounded, volleyed.
Until another approached, completely foreign and unknown, calling his name over the horde of gathered. He glanced up, the tall breadth of his stature regaining its full height, a tower, a Colossus, a monolith, staring upon the willowy, limber figure. The first reaction was one of composition and curiosity – pondering if there was a message being delivered to him, if there was some other segment or threat already looming, days into the new season. But when there seemed to be no haste, no alarm, the rigidity in his spine, the inherent, formidable sway of danger, dissipated. Then he was just the Sword, patting the soldier nearby on the shoulder, encouraging further efforts on rendering the target demolished, and advanced.
His strides were sweeping and savage, a predator’s walk; always had been, capable of swallowing up the earth and those who resided within it. But instead of an ominous, slinking pace, it spoke of confidence and assurance, a strength, a might, honed and poised, ready and aloft. A quick study, eternally prone to his perusals, to a sizing up of anyone and everyone (predilections born from the battlefield) of the newcomer revealed a tall, slender, pale woman, and the shaking of hands further established his initial thought of Ascended. And he had no need of asking her what was required of him – the confidence, the declaration, was enough.
So he took his hand back, arching a singular brow, no further requirement of introductions on his part when she already knew who he was. “Elide,” he began, the deep rumble of his tones exuding from his chest. “What inspires you to join?”
Until another approached, completely foreign and unknown, calling his name over the horde of gathered. He glanced up, the tall breadth of his stature regaining its full height, a tower, a Colossus, a monolith, staring upon the willowy, limber figure. The first reaction was one of composition and curiosity – pondering if there was a message being delivered to him, if there was some other segment or threat already looming, days into the new season. But when there seemed to be no haste, no alarm, the rigidity in his spine, the inherent, formidable sway of danger, dissipated. Then he was just the Sword, patting the soldier nearby on the shoulder, encouraging further efforts on rendering the target demolished, and advanced.
His strides were sweeping and savage, a predator’s walk; always had been, capable of swallowing up the earth and those who resided within it. But instead of an ominous, slinking pace, it spoke of confidence and assurance, a strength, a might, honed and poised, ready and aloft. A quick study, eternally prone to his perusals, to a sizing up of anyone and everyone (predilections born from the battlefield) of the newcomer revealed a tall, slender, pale woman, and the shaking of hands further established his initial thought of Ascended. And he had no need of asking her what was required of him – the confidence, the declaration, was enough.
So he took his hand back, arching a singular brow, no further requirement of introductions on his part when she already knew who he was. “Elide,” he began, the deep rumble of his tones exuding from his chest. “What inspires you to join?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
