Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
At his silent command, the modest storm of shards and ice dissipated as quickly as it’d begun – leaving the remnants of the hunt to remain: Talyson, shaking and staggering, and the newly fallen corpse of the ursur.
He watched and waited; mostly for the courier to regain his stature, nodding as he strode forward, retrieving his carving knife from the belt of armaments strapped around his waist. For half a moment though, he peered directly at the youth – remembering days of his own where first battles and duels and skirmishes left his own figure shuddering from the leagues of adrenaline, from the hollow schisms of bloodshed and death. “You did well,” he rumbled, crouching beside the bear, giving the other figure space. “Was this the first one you killed?” Uncertain if he’d spent years running, avoiding, and evading them, rather than settling for the predacious wake, and then his mind curling into tradition, the roles Noah had taught him along the tundra.
He watched and waited; mostly for the courier to regain his stature, nodding as he strode forward, retrieving his carving knife from the belt of armaments strapped around his waist. For half a moment though, he peered directly at the youth – remembering days of his own where first battles and duels and skirmishes left his own figure shuddering from the leagues of adrenaline, from the hollow schisms of bloodshed and death. “You did well,” he rumbled, crouching beside the bear, giving the other figure space. “Was this the first one you killed?” Uncertain if he’d spent years running, avoiding, and evading them, rather than settling for the predacious wake, and then his mind curling into tradition, the roles Noah had taught him along the tundra.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
