who we are and all that we're trying to be
Both flame and hellhound subdued, resigned, the latter watched the little spark of fire eating away at the garbage, taking hold of the debris. Eventually it would all disappear, postured into smoke, then fumes, then nothing but ash, to be scattered amidst the winds. It seemed all too easy to slip into those ethers and vestiges – naught at all – and he had to remember the fight, the struggle, the relish of perseverance over the shambles, disarray, and disasters. It’d simply become harder, far more difficult, with each ongoing trial, with multitudes of devastation beating, beating, beating them down.
Small victories here then, burning trash on a beach.
He nodded at the panther’s gratitude, and a subtle shrug through canine shoulders at the next statement. Besides an irritating beginning, the stranger had ceased their annoying, exasperating measures; the monolith likening them to something like a gnat. A snort managed to rumble forth on the other notions – thus far, in his experience, this form, nor any other, had truly managed to fend off the world. Someone always manages to find me. And while he sat and pondered and stared into cinders, his curiosity sizzled amongst the chords. Are you involved with Sunjata? Based on the familiar feline structure – though he could be overestimating. There were bound to be more panther contortions to pinpoint fangs into.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
