this is the reckoning
The vast tundra before them made him want to seek out the unfurling of his stride and run, run, run, eclipsed by nothing but the stark white; Stygian fur overt and distinct against the outcropping of endless ivory. But he didn’t care that the world would see him for miles – maybe then it would tremble a little in his wake, in the telltale flint of his paws, in the long, sweeping strides, consuming, devouring, swallowing terrains whole.
But they weren’t here to rampage; as much as his massive frame felt compelled to do so. Training, from one Warden to General, which onslaughts of power and prestige could designate power, could topple towers, could unfurl the pinnacles of strength and dominion. A bark, a howl, wound its way from his throat, some challenge to Noah, leaving the Citadel gates for the convictions of the brutal land before them. Provocations, either to race, to dodge, to maim, to take a breath out of the city and hone; time set aside for the very nature of their minatory souls.
But they weren’t here to rampage; as much as his massive frame felt compelled to do so. Training, from one Warden to General, which onslaughts of power and prestige could designate power, could topple towers, could unfurl the pinnacles of strength and dominion. A bark, a howl, wound its way from his throat, some challenge to Noah, leaving the Citadel gates for the convictions of the brutal land before them. Provocations, either to race, to dodge, to maim, to take a breath out of the city and hone; time set aside for the very nature of their minatory souls.
DEIMOS
