this is the reckoning
In other years and lifetimes, the Reaper had been amongst the first to startle any intruder, with ominous, unwinding persecution, the promise of prowess and disaster, and a predilection for brutality. While Deimos still remained a foreboding creature, he’d begun to breathe easier over portions of land – no rushing out with blade in hand, no dastardly wake at each and every call. Had it been Sunjata wandering across the plain, it would’ve been an entirely different story – but he'd worked together with Ronin many times in the past.
So the hound rolled his shoulders, settling to sit along the tundra, piercing eyes flickering between his companions and the Huntsman. It is fine. A pause, a tilt of his head, a host and assemblage of considerations careening through his mind, before settling on one. You and Remi are well? He hadn’t seen them after the battle along the Draig – but given circumstances, how beaten and bludgeoned they’d been, and how swiftly all of them had departed, perhaps that was simply how everything was meant to be.
So the hound rolled his shoulders, settling to sit along the tundra, piercing eyes flickering between his companions and the Huntsman. It is fine. A pause, a tilt of his head, a host and assemblage of considerations careening through his mind, before settling on one. You and Remi are well? He hadn’t seen them after the battle along the Draig – but given circumstances, how beaten and bludgeoned they’d been, and how swiftly all of them had departed, perhaps that was simply how everything was meant to be.
DEIMOS
