DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Tanau had seemed like a decent sort; far better than his encounter with the Mathair. “Potentially,” he added to the notions of the ideas, shrugging his shoulders. It was all something that would take some discussions with deities, and Deimos certainly wasn’t going to speak for them.
The declarations of war, that it was coming, looming, beyond their capacity of ceasing it altogether, felt long ago and then not at all; a ritualistic passing of time that skimmed on nothingness and everything. “There was an announcement one day, out in the Wilds,” he murmured, when some had been hidden, some had been wandering, some had been simply there. Had there ever been an identification of the voice? Probably not – they’d all been immediately consumed by the ramifications. “But perhaps it had been building for a while.” And they just hadn’t noticed it – or had chosen to ignore the potential brewing, brimming tension.
The declarations of war, that it was coming, looming, beyond their capacity of ceasing it altogether, felt long ago and then not at all; a ritualistic passing of time that skimmed on nothingness and everything. “There was an announcement one day, out in the Wilds,” he murmured, when some had been hidden, some had been wandering, some had been simply there. Had there ever been an identification of the voice? Probably not – they’d all been immediately consumed by the ramifications. “But perhaps it had been building for a while.” And they just hadn’t noticed it – or had chosen to ignore the potential brewing, brimming tension.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
