DEIMOS
Another cheeky grin was bestowed and given in return, a mild shake of his head at the stuff of legends. “Apparently not. Tried the Eye of Fire too.” Like a moth to a flame, curling and contorting around the vicious embers – nothing altered or changed. He shrugged his shoulders, unbothered by the notion, entirely sure and certain of his powers and their capabilities, regardless of myths and tales.
He listened again as his eyes wandered over to the bamboo, growing richer, thicker, as they meandered on. Like ursur gave him an adequate pause, for the Halovian bear were wild, abhorrent, and malicious on their good days, and he began to wonder if they were wandering into some sort of death-trap –
Until the description furthered, and he snorted at himself. Munching on vegetation, fish, and remaining harmless hardly pressed in on Caido’s ilk or penchant for threatening creatures; but he trailed after her regardless, the curiosity eternally getting the better of his machinations. The path looked barely worn, grown over, time and nature pressed back upon its folds. He trusted her instinct for the whereabouts, committing the trail to memory, and only ceasing when she did.
Whatever his mind had concocted over the image of pandas, it hadn’t been the fluffy, black and white things at the bottom of the hill. Eyes widening, he instinctively crouched down, though his torso, shoulders, and head were still well above the long grass – even as Evie grasped at his arms. “I can see why you keep them secret,” he noted – not taking out a notebook from his bag, nor sketching anything out. Reminded somewhat of the frost fox kits, the cubs seemed to be completely unaware and unbidden, rolling across the ground without a care, some colliding with their mothers, others reaching for their toes.
He listened again as his eyes wandered over to the bamboo, growing richer, thicker, as they meandered on. Like ursur gave him an adequate pause, for the Halovian bear were wild, abhorrent, and malicious on their good days, and he began to wonder if they were wandering into some sort of death-trap –
Until the description furthered, and he snorted at himself. Munching on vegetation, fish, and remaining harmless hardly pressed in on Caido’s ilk or penchant for threatening creatures; but he trailed after her regardless, the curiosity eternally getting the better of his machinations. The path looked barely worn, grown over, time and nature pressed back upon its folds. He trusted her instinct for the whereabouts, committing the trail to memory, and only ceasing when she did.
Whatever his mind had concocted over the image of pandas, it hadn’t been the fluffy, black and white things at the bottom of the hill. Eyes widening, he instinctively crouched down, though his torso, shoulders, and head were still well above the long grass – even as Evie grasped at his arms. “I can see why you keep them secret,” he noted – not taking out a notebook from his bag, nor sketching anything out. Reminded somewhat of the frost fox kits, the cubs seemed to be completely unaware and unbidden, rolling across the ground without a care, some colliding with their mothers, others reaching for their toes.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
