DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
His position didn’t alter or change, still leaning against the counter, waiting for the stew to finish, unclenching his jaw from time to time, breathing stillness and fortitude into the slate of his bones. “From stories of the past, the Voice was warned many times by the Old Gods.” And continued, persisted, with experiments, with moving onwards, despite any foreshadowed acrimony. He snorted at the presumption of not aiding in wiping out the LongNight monsters, considering how much they’d all suffered from their torment. “We were not given option of eradicating the monsters. The Voice gave that to her Ascended. I made weapons for them when they all finally agreed to eliminate them.” He tilted his head vaguely, a very predator countenance. “But year after year, we fought in our own ways.”
Now the Hollowed Grounds couldn’t adhere to gaining their own food? He almost laughed – the implications surrounding such a notion ludicrous. Especially when a multitude of them were Ascended, and therefore needed nothing of the sort. “There have been alliances before between trade routes. You must understand that most lands feed their own before they tend to another’s. But when I lived in the Grounds, just as I do now in Halo, I provided and protected to the best of my ability.”
It was the other line that caused him to narrow his eyes slightly, a lower rumble to his grating. Not one to bash away sagacity or wisdom, but tiring of the conversation, he adhered to the more scholarly approach, if not slight irritation again. “To be better? In what capacity?” As for the Old Gods and their own dilemmas and problems, that depended on the source, the materials, and the why. Deimos certainly had never snagged details of any of them sending out disease or monsters every year. “What mistakes have you heard?”
Now the Hollowed Grounds couldn’t adhere to gaining their own food? He almost laughed – the implications surrounding such a notion ludicrous. Especially when a multitude of them were Ascended, and therefore needed nothing of the sort. “There have been alliances before between trade routes. You must understand that most lands feed their own before they tend to another’s. But when I lived in the Grounds, just as I do now in Halo, I provided and protected to the best of my ability.”
It was the other line that caused him to narrow his eyes slightly, a lower rumble to his grating. Not one to bash away sagacity or wisdom, but tiring of the conversation, he adhered to the more scholarly approach, if not slight irritation again. “To be better? In what capacity?” As for the Old Gods and their own dilemmas and problems, that depended on the source, the materials, and the why. Deimos certainly had never snagged details of any of them sending out disease or monsters every year. “What mistakes have you heard?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
