everything I let go
The lad couldn’t quite help it; that need, that compulsion, that desire to try. Within half a moment he was dangling off the edge of their stone, arms akimbo and outreaching, quiet, stealthy as he could be, as he felt his father reach for his jackets. Held there, steady and firm by his Deimos’ strong grasp, the youth grinned, and figured it was worth a shot. If not, then he could at least go home and have a wondrous story for his mother and Amhran, about how close he was to feeding a frost fox out of his hand.
The closest was a young one; but clearly capable of hunting on its own. Maybe less than a year, if he were to study much more intently. It leapt and bounded at the scent of more treats, making his icy calls and Erebos dearly wanted to giggle at the noises; as if all of them were launching on top of a frozen puddle. Instead, he concentrated, tongue sticking out as he extended his hand outward, just to see.
Then the fox launched again, coming this close to his glove…
And stared straight at him, swiping the treat with gentle teeth.
Like a snapping juncture, Erebos suddenly felt his mind filled with another presence; something eager, hungry, consuming. Just as quickly as he’d jutted out, he tried to scramble back. “Pull me up,” he whispered to the Sword, but the animal kept following.
The closest was a young one; but clearly capable of hunting on its own. Maybe less than a year, if he were to study much more intently. It leapt and bounded at the scent of more treats, making his icy calls and Erebos dearly wanted to giggle at the noises; as if all of them were launching on top of a frozen puddle. Instead, he concentrated, tongue sticking out as he extended his hand outward, just to see.
Then the fox launched again, coming this close to his glove…
And stared straight at him, swiping the treat with gentle teeth.
Like a snapping juncture, Erebos suddenly felt his mind filled with another presence; something eager, hungry, consuming. Just as quickly as he’d jutted out, he tried to scramble back. “Pull me up,” he whispered to the Sword, but the animal kept following.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
