A pause to hunt

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

He took the compliment with a small grin, before helping lift the beast onto the sled. “And you will gain more the longer you are here.” Stronger, more powerful, more potent, until there seemed to be no end – acquiring the strands, plucking at the strings; lives and souls riddled with unlimited prowess. All in how they grasped, how they worked, how they banded together, and Deimos was eternally ready to assist anyone in magical reaches, in understanding the way it worked.

The Sword moved forward, checking over his companions, before eyeing the wares upon their apparatus. The hunt had been quick, and there was enough space to bring back something else. “The deer and moose are still options.” He could easily send Belial ahead again, and have the peryton lead the way through the tundra, permitting Sah a moment to decide his preference. The General had neither; though the potential for a moose, with all its other components and larger structure, might have made for a tidier, more efficient kill.

And then a question contorted through his brain, the slightest tilt to his head, no intonations other than the normal rumble of curiosity. “Did you talk to the Voice?”

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I