this is the reckoning
As if aware she was under some scrutiny and attention, the unicorn shook her head, quite content, haughty, regal, and defined upon the terrain. Deimos had to wonder, momentarily, if this had been the land of her birth as well – that she’d somehow managed to wander and meander from its tempests, to settle in along the Fields, where he’d found her, being chased, stalked, and hunted by a landshark. Most likely not, he mused in return. Halo had been the home for luxere; fitted and used to the terrain, to the cold – Zuriel’s counterparts seemed likely to simply enjoy a world like the one before them. Lush and wild, unknown and intertwining, history-laden with myths and tales they didn’t have, couldn’t procure.
Before there could be any further methodical ponderings, the same intricate flash of movement and motion caught his eye. A predator’s intuition, preamble, and melee struck a chord in the hound’s mind, and he ceased all motion for a moment – simply to stalk, convey, and wonder. I did. He was very still, poised, silent, considering the possibilities and parameters. There were hares when we went before. Another pause, naught moving save for his eyes in speculation. Even Belial had frozen nearby, blending neatly into the surroundings, just as malicious as the rest of them. They moved much like lightning. Like electrical currents, bounding and leaping, sparks and nothingness, swift and uncanny. Was that what they’d seen?
Before there could be any further methodical ponderings, the same intricate flash of movement and motion caught his eye. A predator’s intuition, preamble, and melee struck a chord in the hound’s mind, and he ceased all motion for a moment – simply to stalk, convey, and wonder. I did. He was very still, poised, silent, considering the possibilities and parameters. There were hares when we went before. Another pause, naught moving save for his eyes in speculation. Even Belial had frozen nearby, blending neatly into the surroundings, just as malicious as the rest of them. They moved much like lightning. Like electrical currents, bounding and leaping, sparks and nothingness, swift and uncanny. Was that what they’d seen?
DEIMOS
