The hellhound shift had been a gift, a boon, and a touch of familiarity into chaos, contortion, and power through Attuned coordinations. He’d always had it in magic; but the capability of altering into something equally potent, covering more ground, alleviating threats in a different way, had been appealing. It gave him an amount of liberation and freedom in compelling form, and he took to the ruthless appeal with ease – no need to be lured or compelled.
Iskra’s familiarity with the domicile’s owners didn’t surprise him – trackers were necessary, vital, and the community supported them just as much as everyone else. He answered with a gruff bark and a hound smile, shaking his head idly as he snagged at the line again and they could continue down the lane – keeping the ideas of a wood pile stacking contest in his mind, but granting a snort, figuring the lumberjack would win decisively.
Around the corner from the bakery was a smaller threshold owned by one of the many butchers, and he stopped there too, slowing down deliberately so Iskra would have time to catch up through flame-laden paths and icy shoals. Taking the notions in stride, as Deimos snagged at several more portions of timber within his jaws, he arranged them neatly upon depositing them alongside the building, not as nicely piled as hands would’ve easily done, but enough to convey his amusement.
Iskra’s familiarity with the domicile’s owners didn’t surprise him – trackers were necessary, vital, and the community supported them just as much as everyone else. He answered with a gruff bark and a hound smile, shaking his head idly as he snagged at the line again and they could continue down the lane – keeping the ideas of a wood pile stacking contest in his mind, but granting a snort, figuring the lumberjack would win decisively.
Around the corner from the bakery was a smaller threshold owned by one of the many butchers, and he stopped there too, slowing down deliberately so Iskra would have time to catch up through flame-laden paths and icy shoals. Taking the notions in stride, as Deimos snagged at several more portions of timber within his jaws, he arranged them neatly upon depositing them alongside the building, not as nicely piled as hands would’ve easily done, but enough to convey his amusement.
Deimos
we're all killers
