DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Actively seeking out an ursur, in most notions, seemed infinitely stupid, reckless, and ridiculous. It went against a large portion of his principles – to not be so audacious, dimwitted, and impulsive, known for his ability to process situations, to calculate, to initiate into tactics. But he also had tasks to complete, hopefully before Deepfrost’s bones settled into the landscape, and they could utilize the instruments properly.
So they funneled into the danger, into the treachery – his furred limbs leading across the icy landscape, at home in the tundra’s expanse, in the wicked cold, in the glacial wake, as if he’d never left certain parameters and prestige in the stoic beauty, in the stark power. Zuriel trailed behind, already wary because they were damned and due to an encounter that might not go well. He couldn’t blame the unicorn – not with all the other moments he’d been through in the past year.
And he had Aisha with him, who he knew was strong, capable, and enduring, but he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if she ended up hurt, injured, or brutalized either.
An ominous wake then, as they traversed, as he lifted his nose into the air, as feline dominion and grace sought to trace out one of the tusked bears. If they couldn’t find anything fairly quickly, he could always compel, but somehow calling out, persuading, the ursine seemed even worse. Let me know if you see something, an extension through Attuned armaments, a tilt of his cranium to Aisha, before he wandered further, glancing along the vast, endless, chilling sea.
So they funneled into the danger, into the treachery – his furred limbs leading across the icy landscape, at home in the tundra’s expanse, in the wicked cold, in the glacial wake, as if he’d never left certain parameters and prestige in the stoic beauty, in the stark power. Zuriel trailed behind, already wary because they were damned and due to an encounter that might not go well. He couldn’t blame the unicorn – not with all the other moments he’d been through in the past year.
And he had Aisha with him, who he knew was strong, capable, and enduring, but he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if she ended up hurt, injured, or brutalized either.
An ominous wake then, as they traversed, as he lifted his nose into the air, as feline dominion and grace sought to trace out one of the tusked bears. If they couldn’t find anything fairly quickly, he could always compel, but somehow calling out, persuading, the ursine seemed even worse. Let me know if you see something, an extension through Attuned armaments, a tilt of his cranium to Aisha, before he wandered further, glancing along the vast, endless, chilling sea.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
