Deimos
Kiada’s arrival made him take a deep breath; a stillness to come over him as fortune favored the bold. “Hey,” he rumbled in return, arms wide open as she came barreling into his chest, granting a low and deep chuckle amongst his lungs as he gathered her into him. Races might have changed, several times over, as he watched for her horns, but otherwise tucked her into that safe, calm resolve. She’d always be the Harpy; proud and vigilant and determined, with all the ferocity coming through the intertwining alterations. Bold, capable, strong. It was how she’d endured all the other shapes and shifts.
Sliding her back only so he could glance upon her, a very casual scrutiny, he didn’t see anything alarming nor worth meriting any apprehension or worry over. Billowing away a few raindrops that strayed from the overhanging branches, he tilted his head, granting another juvenile grin. “How are things?” With Fox or with the Grounds; any intonations at all. “I had some news to share, then I thought we could enjoy a hunt.”
Sliding her back only so he could glance upon her, a very casual scrutiny, he didn’t see anything alarming nor worth meriting any apprehension or worry over. Billowing away a few raindrops that strayed from the overhanging branches, he tilted his head, granting another juvenile grin. “How are things?” With Fox or with the Grounds; any intonations at all. “I had some news to share, then I thought we could enjoy a hunt.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
