who we are and all that we're trying to be
A calm therein, after the initial insurgency, and he maneuvered along at his pace, winding through corridors and alleyways, vivid streets, a simplified tour while Chulane mused and he wandered. Deimos had already had his moments of raging or striving to understand the deities, the ways they interacted, worked, or divided; still learning, still comprehending, still musing in the alterations of this earth and the last. There would always be more to come; either bleak, perplexing, or fortuitous, muddling and murmuring through the dark. It was stokings of blight, or configurations of Ascended properties, or anything else mixed in between – parallels and juxtapositions, rising tides, and the feral unknown. Promises of benedictions or oaths of heresy, tucked away in the back of minds. What was to come, what was to fail, what was to rise from ashes and plumes.
To hear the word beautiful describe the grounds gave the hellhound the slightest pause; a momentary desist in his step. Perhaps he’d never thought of it that way – gaze always on something else, a distant horizon, a shade of a memory. So he nodded, accepted it, with the slightest snort.
That Chulane was willing to go, his wandering ceasing, instigated a turn of his cranium. Let me show you two places first, if you ever decide to return. Otherwise he’d have been an inadequate host and tour-guide – turning down a particular crossing of roads and tracks, expecting the leopard to follow. His intentions were to provide a safety net for fellow Outlanders, should they meet paths and cross again. The Sword’s movements only ceased when they arrived at the Shield’s , and he sat down in front of it, with the slightest of tail wags. The darkened exterior and interior didn’t portray the livelihood and aromas, the favored threshold of days upon days. Perhaps it was mere sensation then, a composed and content predilection in front of its aperture; a flickering of ambience through attuned statures. This is Amalia Chandrakant’s bakery. She can tell you far more about the gods. He waited, for any inquiries, any questions, before they maneuvered elsewhere.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
