DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The beast quelled; had it been alive, there would have been noises of pain and torment. Instead, under the Sword’s impeccable control, it wobbled from the hit, until eventually legs were flailing, akimbo, and it fell into the banister portion of the bone bridge, crashing headfirst. “Not bad at all,” he assured with his deep rumble, an affectionate smirk. “Might as well finish it off,” with a dutiful nod of his head – for while it wasn’t quite alive, born of snow and his fickle, juvenile amusements, the Harpy could still bear to practice the entire act of mauling amidst the hunt.
Out of curiosity, and because he didn’t have much else to do as she went to seize and assault, his inquiry lingered along the puffs of warm air. “Will you be staying in the Grounds all season?”
Out of curiosity, and because he didn’t have much else to do as she went to seize and assault, his inquiry lingered along the puffs of warm air. “Will you be staying in the Grounds all season?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
