DEIMOS
Raptorial predilections caught the movements of the familiar down below, roaming their way through the tall, fertile grass. He was half-tempted to dive, to unfurl talons, to snatch and maim, the predatory instinct to maul and ruin, oblivion in an avaricious gleam. Some other prey lingered along too – mice, mushrooms entangled upon their spines. Had he any brows to convey his expression, they would’ve been arched and bewildered. As it was, they could only maintain his attention for so long, distracted by the more human intentions of uncovering the stone steps, and their purpose, their state.
Aisha seemed perplexed by them too, and together their insights went relatively nowhere. The beast had no inclination of landing upon the top step, wondering if there was some kind of snare, a trap, laden in their midst. Maybe that was not the point. But to those machinations, he didn’t know what would be.
Deimos rounded once more around the monolithic columns, before descending, touching down hesitantly, gingerly, upon the bottom. Talons clicked against the rock and rubble, waiting for something to happen, to occur, before proceeding to the next interval.
Aisha seemed perplexed by them too, and together their insights went relatively nowhere. The beast had no inclination of landing upon the top step, wondering if there was some kind of snare, a trap, laden in their midst. Maybe that was not the point. But to those machinations, he didn’t know what would be.
Deimos rounded once more around the monolithic columns, before descending, touching down hesitantly, gingerly, upon the bottom. Talons clicked against the rock and rubble, waiting for something to happen, to occur, before proceeding to the next interval.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
