this is the reckoning
Trusting the constituents with him today were bundled up enough for the Deepfrost chill, rampant throughout the region at this time of year, Deimos had long since taken the rope within his jaws and hastened through the frigid world. Hellhound liberation and abyss had pushed him onward with justified ambition and speed, swift and certain across the layers of ice and rime, the sled bounding behind him. Missions clear and goals outlined, his sweeping strides made ample time and measure along the familiar pathways and deep snow, with enough time for any of the sleigh’s occupants to gaze out over the scenery – at where not too many days ago there’d been yetis striding through, and purple staining the desolate, stark scenery.
But not now, and hopefully not again, when their roles were complete.
Eventually, they wound their way towards the Greenwing, and only upon entering the much more opulent portions of the world did he cease the unrelenting pace. Shaking himself free of the rope, he howled once, to beckon bothSah and Rhiannon out of the sled, while he began to race towards some fallen evergreen branches nearby.
But not now, and hopefully not again, when their roles were complete.
Eventually, they wound their way towards the Greenwing, and only upon entering the much more opulent portions of the world did he cease the unrelenting pace. Shaking himself free of the rope, he howled once, to beckon both
DEIMOS
