[Training] when they grew their fangs

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

Snorting, he released his own thresholds over the ice. “Sorry.” He hadn’t meant for it to be that challenging; only for the Flood to have practice in the art. So it would likely come as no surprise, that as soon as he snagged at the contortions back into himself, the ice would begin to melt, into droplets, then pools. Eventually, the target looked like a sopping, wet mess, and though it had clearly been pierced several times, not that much worse for wear.

Content with it all, his eyes flickered to the melted portions, stilling the evaporation process so that it would remain there for a moment more, anyway. “Now see if you can make it back into ice.” A back and forth exchange; so Sunjata would have to volley through rapid temperature alterations.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls