this is the reckoning
We will have to ask around when we get home. A thought, all those machinations and meticulous, Machiavellian quandaries surrounding his mind. Eternally immersed in calculations, the Sword’s thought patterns often consisted, persisted, and existed in those layers, and corridors. What could happen next, rather than giving in to impulse. See if anyone else experienced the same. And then where to go from there – if anything at all.
But rather than instantly heading towards oceans, portals, and subsequently mountains, Aisha seemed much more apt to continue the previous prompt of hunting. A very muffled sort of laugh rolled through again, before he followed on wings and plumage, ducking and diving down below the treetops, billowing through canopies, and then landing upon the jungle floor.
No longer talons, however, as he shifted too – avian form changing and altering into hellhound precision. The Stygian form slunk along shadows, nose instantly to the ground, predacious mind already colliding and collaborating with the senses of the world around them. Unfamiliar and strange, indulgent and worth pondering, catching a scent on the wind. No need for his own elegance, poise, or mastery along roots, but for the mastered composition of a hunter, of a beast, canine, wolfish intervals yearning to be unleashed. Something is this way, to which there was a very juvenile challenge settled within, as he glanced at her, and then began to maneuver away.
But rather than instantly heading towards oceans, portals, and subsequently mountains, Aisha seemed much more apt to continue the previous prompt of hunting. A very muffled sort of laugh rolled through again, before he followed on wings and plumage, ducking and diving down below the treetops, billowing through canopies, and then landing upon the jungle floor.
No longer talons, however, as he shifted too – avian form changing and altering into hellhound precision. The Stygian form slunk along shadows, nose instantly to the ground, predacious mind already colliding and collaborating with the senses of the world around them. Unfamiliar and strange, indulgent and worth pondering, catching a scent on the wind. No need for his own elegance, poise, or mastery along roots, but for the mastered composition of a hunter, of a beast, canine, wolfish intervals yearning to be unleashed. Something is this way, to which there was a very juvenile challenge settled within, as he glanced at her, and then began to maneuver away.
DEIMOS
