DEIMOS
The driving proportions went well – a flurry of wings and plumage and panic that made his rancorous, unrelenting mind sink into its bitter ruthlessness. Perhaps it was the predator impact, or the notions of how he’d always been, intending to scatter them like pathetic little adversaries, daring the world to come at him, so he could unleash some heathen torrent, some bestial outlet –
Which, while moderately successful, didn’t have the impact they’d been intending.
Instead of towards Chulane’s farm, they flickered and flew down another alleyway, off into the road, and the eagle landed upon a roof, perching, watching, calculating. Considerations were put into place, possibilities maintained on the bird’s mind. What if we funneled them? His piercing gaze went to another alley further along the stretch – if Deimos could continue to scare, haunt, and taunt them from above, and Chulane from behind and along the ground, they could have a better outcome? Or we need a way to ensure they go in the right direction. Otherwise they’d be doubling back, and working ten times harder than necessary.
The farmer would know the ningos best anyway, no matter how much treacherous, demolishing force could be supplied by the Sword. Where do you want me?
Which, while moderately successful, didn’t have the impact they’d been intending.
Instead of towards Chulane’s farm, they flickered and flew down another alleyway, off into the road, and the eagle landed upon a roof, perching, watching, calculating. Considerations were put into place, possibilities maintained on the bird’s mind. What if we funneled them? His piercing gaze went to another alley further along the stretch – if Deimos could continue to scare, haunt, and taunt them from above, and Chulane from behind and along the ground, they could have a better outcome? Or we need a way to ensure they go in the right direction. Otherwise they’d be doubling back, and working ten times harder than necessary.
The farmer would know the ningos best anyway, no matter how much treacherous, demolishing force could be supplied by the Sword. Where do you want me?
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
