DEIMOS
Deimos once only had darkness; compelling and terrible, bewitching and eldritch, monumental and enticing, an embrace of the inevitable, seditious spirit residing in his bones, in his livelihood. So there was a part of him that understood the terrible rites of predators, their devouring, rapacious, ravenous entities, the craving of vehemence and violence, the revolution and contortions never quite ceasing. The power, the defiance, the aptitude to take and take and take before someone else did, before they could be unraveled, before they could be destroyed, before anything else was altered.And he’d told her time and time again, through either the foolishness of their efforts, the mischief of their days speckled in halcyon auras, refusing, refuting tempestuous storms, that she provided another path. One with light instead of shadow and ruin, one with determination in steadfast efforts rather than blood, one with fortitude and might not constantly aimed towards annihilation. One with stars instead of all-consuming, hollowed sections, one with hope and faith and credence, instead of the crushing, vanquishing weight of the failures in his wake.
So he ignored the somber notes in his chest, the way he related to the dangerous creatures below their unfurled feathers, eyes cast upon their maneuvering forms as they dove beneath and rose again, likely hunting down their next meal. Other birds seemed to circle around them, perhaps deadly and devastating on their own. No, he answered honestly; if he were human there’d be a smile tucked on the edges of his mouth. She received a gruff rumble of amusement otherwise, an unfurling of movement from wings, ascending, then coasting, winding down and down, but never close enough to become another intended target. They'd had whales, but naught with bony fixtures and an unrelenting pursuit of the hunt. A volley of movement and motion conspired, before enacting and following hers, circling, looping, sharp and swift. Do you think they have any connection to the creature in the Sea of Glass? Leviathan, massive, made for the water? Or merely opposing figures, coincidences only in locations?
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
