DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“It is unfortunate,” was all Deimos could surmise on the subject matter of corners and choices, a frown settling there, amidst where there’d been laughter before. For those Ascended he still cherished and considered friends, brethren, a collected fold, he didn’t know what else to do. Out of his control, out of his hands; for no matter how much individuals seemed to hone in on the notions and platitudes of neutrality; the Sword doubted the gods would allow it. There was intent layered in their tasks. There was dominion lacquered to their quests. And then there’d been the celebration, and the announcements layered in its midst. A timeline, a timeframe, until something else was torn asunder.
And they’d likely be left wondering just what had happened.
A light smile made its way back to the corners of his mouth at the notions of help, where he shook his head and then quickly nodded, fading away to dominions of hunting, rather than anything else. A clarity to his mind, to focus on things where wars weren’t about to rip apart lives, where there were no relics to scour for, where there were no multitudes of mayhem to parse through.
“You go ahead, and I will weaken it.” Same as before – as his eyes flickered to the large bull moose, grazing, searching for any grass wedged and forged beneath snow. It appeared young, perhaps a little naïve, foolish, the rack of antlers not quite fully-developed. Once more, the General molded himself into snow and incantations – the unfurling, the reaching, the pulling of life drain etching and sketching its way to the beast – giving Sah ample time to move ahead.
And they’d likely be left wondering just what had happened.
A light smile made its way back to the corners of his mouth at the notions of help, where he shook his head and then quickly nodded, fading away to dominions of hunting, rather than anything else. A clarity to his mind, to focus on things where wars weren’t about to rip apart lives, where there were no relics to scour for, where there were no multitudes of mayhem to parse through.
“You go ahead, and I will weaken it.” Same as before – as his eyes flickered to the large bull moose, grazing, searching for any grass wedged and forged beneath snow. It appeared young, perhaps a little naïve, foolish, the rack of antlers not quite fully-developed. Once more, the General molded himself into snow and incantations – the unfurling, the reaching, the pulling of life drain etching and sketching its way to the beast – giving Sah ample time to move ahead.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
