Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Deimos did joke, and often purposefully, leaving that one to intentionally slide down into the reaches of Talyson’s mind with no clear, crisp answer, save for the Sword’s mischievous grin. His attention meandered back to the task at hand almost immediately, though he listened to the notions of dogs racing at the edge of the sea, of carving, of whittling away and designing with bones. An intriguing craft – and perhaps Talyson would be able to work some of his efforts upon trophies amongst the guild.
With most of the carcass loaded on, the remnants likely wouldn’t go to waste – not out in the tundra. Something else would eventually come to scavenge and savor the remains, and the cycle of the harsh, unrelenting world around them would persist.
Tying off a few strands along the sled’s straps, and patting the peryton on the head, he tilted his skull at the comment. “When you are not putting one another’s lives at danger, certainly,” and he arched a brow, leaving that statement to settle into the ether. “Ready to go?”
With most of the carcass loaded on, the remnants likely wouldn’t go to waste – not out in the tundra. Something else would eventually come to scavenge and savor the remains, and the cycle of the harsh, unrelenting world around them would persist.
Tying off a few strands along the sled’s straps, and patting the peryton on the head, he tilted his skull at the comment. “When you are not putting one another’s lives at danger, certainly,” and he arched a brow, leaving that statement to settle into the ether. “Ready to go?”
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
