It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
The bear thrashed; paws striving to dig into the solidified earth, but Deimos held his ground. Strength funneled into the masses of rock and debris, and he took more than a few deep breaths as he could feel the shield rocking under the ursur’s might. It stayed firm, and he pressed his marks back into the beast; the fire unfurling from his incantations, the air contorting it around, so it stuck and stayed against the fur. The smells of burning flesh extended but he honed every ounce of concentration and effort into the might, the scorch, the maelstrom.
Liam would end up causing the beast pain too. The close-ranged shot allowed for quick, sufficient access to the cretin; the arrow digging deep into its shoulder. “Good shot,” Deimos nodded, figuring the Accepted would do it again; pin-cushion potentials lingering. Despite all of this pain and suffering though, the ursur didn’t relent.
Ursur: 492/1406
Liam would end up causing the beast pain too. The close-ranged shot allowed for quick, sufficient access to the cretin; the arrow digging deep into its shoulder. “Good shot,” Deimos nodded, figuring the Accepted would do it again; pin-cushion potentials lingering. Despite all of this pain and suffering though, the ursur didn’t relent.
Ursur: 492/1406
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
