this is the reckoning
At the correction and alteration, Deimos glanced towards the specific ledge, confirming the change with a simple nod. Another glance was provided to Zuriel and Belial on their assignments, before the Sword went to do his part.
It was the hellhound that came next – Stygian fur and overwhelming stature, rapacious endeavors lined in a form meant for demolition, destruction, and disaster. He’d be a visible, stark outline against the ivory plains, but that had been the point. To set them all running, save for the ones who simply couldn’t.
There was no use in slinking or trying to hide – not with his demeanor and figure. Stealth wasn’t an option for obsidian against alabaster, and the reindeer, one by one, raised their heads. There were blowing noises and warning signals, but for the little blind youth, and the elder, there was either resignation or the unknown. He took several more steps, an obvious predator on the horizon, and they began to move.
And so did he; a unison of vitriol, vehemence, and violence, a force of ferocity. The fiend moved with an equal grace, sharpening, honing his speed, as he rampaged and rallied – reindeer bounded and leapt, scattering, uniting, wandering in pockets and pieces. Chaos, in a way, where he once thrived and lived and breathed. The echoes barreled in his ribcage and absorbed through his muscles, plunging along until he could cut off the ancient creature. From there, it would only be a matter of moments – driving, driving, driving him towards Sah’s ledge.
It was the hellhound that came next – Stygian fur and overwhelming stature, rapacious endeavors lined in a form meant for demolition, destruction, and disaster. He’d be a visible, stark outline against the ivory plains, but that had been the point. To set them all running, save for the ones who simply couldn’t.
There was no use in slinking or trying to hide – not with his demeanor and figure. Stealth wasn’t an option for obsidian against alabaster, and the reindeer, one by one, raised their heads. There were blowing noises and warning signals, but for the little blind youth, and the elder, there was either resignation or the unknown. He took several more steps, an obvious predator on the horizon, and they began to move.
And so did he; a unison of vitriol, vehemence, and violence, a force of ferocity. The fiend moved with an equal grace, sharpening, honing his speed, as he rampaged and rallied – reindeer bounded and leapt, scattering, uniting, wandering in pockets and pieces. Chaos, in a way, where he once thrived and lived and breathed. The echoes barreled in his ribcage and absorbed through his muscles, plunging along until he could cut off the ancient creature. From there, it would only be a matter of moments – driving, driving, driving him towards Sah’s ledge.
DEIMOS
