DEIMOS
Deimos understood tenacity and fortitude, but perhaps the lad was incapable of taking hints. A little thick in the skull? Too bold for his own good? The beast had absolutely no intention of becoming anyone’s pet – let alone hunting for this child – the notion sounded utterly insane, deranged, and asinine. While he’d been foiled by the jerky twice, the natural, instinctual swing of the raptor inclinations winning over any human contortions, the reality of the pressing matters honed in on too many other ridiculous situations. Not here to play, not here to ruse, not here to do anything other than observe. He’d need to make his escape.
One last warning was issued with an unearthly screech and an unwinding of his beak, sharpened talons gripping hold of stone, before casting him completely aloft, for an instant airborne, drifting off of walls, before plummeting headlong, a rush of descent. Evasion – something he knew well, to be an isolated, detached formation on mountain paths. Perhaps the summits in the backdrop only brought the need, the sensations, to succumb to those nonchalant, reticent, reserved tactics all over again. Hoping the youth would be dismayed, waylaid, distracted, or otherwise occupied, the General fell down, down, down, in between market stalls and crowds of people, only to shift behind some kiosk, returning to his former presence and prowess, man once again, maneuvering amongst the middling crowd. Blending as an eagle hadn’t been feasible, unfortunately, and with his mass maybe it wouldn’t be achieved in this moment either, but he intended to try.
One last warning was issued with an unearthly screech and an unwinding of his beak, sharpened talons gripping hold of stone, before casting him completely aloft, for an instant airborne, drifting off of walls, before plummeting headlong, a rush of descent. Evasion – something he knew well, to be an isolated, detached formation on mountain paths. Perhaps the summits in the backdrop only brought the need, the sensations, to succumb to those nonchalant, reticent, reserved tactics all over again. Hoping the youth would be dismayed, waylaid, distracted, or otherwise occupied, the General fell down, down, down, in between market stalls and crowds of people, only to shift behind some kiosk, returning to his former presence and prowess, man once again, maneuvering amongst the middling crowd. Blending as an eagle hadn’t been feasible, unfortunately, and with his mass maybe it wouldn’t be achieved in this moment either, but he intended to try.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
