DEIMOS
An unrelenting cycle varnished and vanquished, from carnivorous deer to raptorial eagle, prospered and vigilant. Talons caught and fangs mangled, and together the squawking, miserable flock became a decimated bout of wings, feathers, and screeches. Some fell in slow spirals, others were thrown and tossed by the excited peryton (who hooted a vague hello to the stranger below), only to descend several yards away, dead and still.One, likely by some measure of experience, wisdom, or sheer fortune, did manage to escape the swiftness of the Sword and the impulse of Belial. Perhaps they were even distracted by its brethren. No matter the circumstances or explanation, this one set its black, beady little eyes upon the woman against the rock, figuring she’d be far easier pickings.
So it soared rapidly, a vicious caw the only warning, as it hurtled itself in her direction.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
