DEIMOS
Only amongst friends did Deimos ever seem to inspire much humor in others; so he tilted his head, vaguely, in her direction at the bright and cheerful jubilation – snorted and permitted another loud round of his own laughter, before it edged away. Curling and recoiling amongst the ashes, smoke, and smog; short-lived in the reaches of these voids. “Which means there is just one left.” An inquiry as much as a statement on the seasonal gods – and the reaches, the possibilities, of where it resided. What it meant, once they were all returned to their sanctions and sectors.
Then his eyes followed her directions, shifting across the wake, air extending to brush away the plumes of ash, stride long and unwinding, steady and certain. Not diminished or bothered by the amount of movement needed, made of plenty of endurance, fortitude, might, and training, the beast continued on, inspecting, exploring, scrutinizing, until they managed to come along the knoll, and the glorified state of the pumpkins. Another snort unfurled from the General; but mostly because it brought back memory after memory. He hadn’t seen any in quite some time; and to witness the tumbling, gnashing, fanged creatures almost made him laugh again. “We should save some for baking,” he commented; perpetually a sweet tooth. Not that he wouldn’t mind decimating quite a few in the process.
At her comment he rolled his eyes – watching the star wolves appear – before looking down at her. “Did you decide on what you wanted to use?” He wouldn’t make a weapon that wouldn’t have any need or purpose after these moments.
Then his eyes followed her directions, shifting across the wake, air extending to brush away the plumes of ash, stride long and unwinding, steady and certain. Not diminished or bothered by the amount of movement needed, made of plenty of endurance, fortitude, might, and training, the beast continued on, inspecting, exploring, scrutinizing, until they managed to come along the knoll, and the glorified state of the pumpkins. Another snort unfurled from the General; but mostly because it brought back memory after memory. He hadn’t seen any in quite some time; and to witness the tumbling, gnashing, fanged creatures almost made him laugh again. “We should save some for baking,” he commented; perpetually a sweet tooth. Not that he wouldn’t mind decimating quite a few in the process.
At her comment he rolled his eyes – watching the star wolves appear – before looking down at her. “Did you decide on what you wanted to use?” He wouldn’t make a weapon that wouldn’t have any need or purpose after these moments.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
