DEIMOS
He didn’t deny the beauty of the creatures, merely agreeing and concurring through their Attuned schism. The tips of their glowing antlers were beatific lights in the distance, things they required, needed, to protect them from some segments of devastation amidst LongNight. He could appreciate their efforts, even if they avoided his presence. As if in warning, he informed Kiada as much, a hint that perhaps, if he gained any closer access, they would drift off. They do not care for me. The closest he’d ever come, to those out in the wild, had been with Amalia or other people, not by his own pursuits and persistence, their features and forms shirking the darkness coating over his soul. Except for Auni, which he added a moment later, with some pervading snicker; Kiada’s companion different from all of those still thriving in the surroundings. But he still drifted onward, advancing as she did, pondering when he would have to cease and be left behind in their pursuit of the incandescent deer.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
