who we are and all that we're trying to be
It could’ve been a dream.
Except it was unlike the rest of his nightmares – no endless leagues of battlefields, no friends felled by the wayside one by one, no raindrops rampaging down eyes, no kingdoms torn and flayed apart. Instead, it was wild and chaotic, unleashed, untamed, unbroken, hands unfurling to paws, claws unfamiliar, rapacious edges blistering, brimming, over the boundaries of his predacious mind.
Quick, sudden movements, the frenzy and frenetic energy stored within his limbs, launching, swift, sleek, no tiger entities, no eagle plumage, no bear adornments – a streamlined essence of haunting, demonic energy. It called and chased, seared and simmered, and he answered, answered, answered with no recollection of how or why or when. He was on the wind, over fallen limbs and broken boughs, no sensation of his long-favored control. It was fire, it was darkness, it was entities long since embedded and infused, lingering well below the surface, beneath his confined elements and oeuvres of demonic capabilities.
A howl pierced and pulled from his form, long and unwinding, feral and undaunted, power and precision interlocking, threading on his barbaric movements, wandering through the forest with no set goal except becoming a part of the dusk, the devilry, the havoc. Reality and tangibility not entirely set in stone, disbelieving as paws moved keenly over moss, over broken, brittle leaves, over the siren winds of impending winter. He was uncertain if he was doom or gloom or everything contorted, coiled in between, a hound in the midst of pending depravity, immersed in bedlam, in menace, in layers and lacquer he thought he’d conquered long ago. Like a spell cast, like the unknown throttling, beholding, he only ceased his tempestuous run and rampage once he reached a familiar path, lowering his head instinctively to sniff – the human portions of his mind not adhering to actuality, the here and now.
{Open thread with Hellhound!Deimos}
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
