this is the reckoning
And the time was now.
Adhering to the command, the eagle descended downward; fast, swift, a sienna blur against the outcrop of dawn. Vestiges morphed and angled into hellhound rapidly – and by the time he’d landed, he was the massive, domineering, Stygian figure the deer should’ve feared.
Then came the driving onslaughts, bending and blending fully into the carnivorous, canine approach – erupting in a long, low, nefarious howl, meant to send the herd funneling onward in between the narrow angles, to tuck and trap. A snap of teeth, a grating of jaws, a threat simply hinged on his very existence meant to propel the prey, and he lent into the reaches of predator in relative ease. Nothing more than the hunt, than the purpose of derision and sedition, echoing and banking over his mind.
And then the Sword thought he saw one drifting in the back; frail, old, digging into the snow but certainly not enough to evade or escape his clutches. An attempt was made, quick, rapid strides intending to gain on the elderly, fragile beast, aiming to pummel into its side with his bulk, knock it entirely askew and off its feet.
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Deimos shifts into his hellhound form, attempting to drive the herd. He also sees an elderly deer and tries to knock it down.
Adhering to the command, the eagle descended downward; fast, swift, a sienna blur against the outcrop of dawn. Vestiges morphed and angled into hellhound rapidly – and by the time he’d landed, he was the massive, domineering, Stygian figure the deer should’ve feared.
Then came the driving onslaughts, bending and blending fully into the carnivorous, canine approach – erupting in a long, low, nefarious howl, meant to send the herd funneling onward in between the narrow angles, to tuck and trap. A snap of teeth, a grating of jaws, a threat simply hinged on his very existence meant to propel the prey, and he lent into the reaches of predator in relative ease. Nothing more than the hunt, than the purpose of derision and sedition, echoing and banking over his mind.
And then the Sword thought he saw one drifting in the back; frail, old, digging into the snow but certainly not enough to evade or escape his clutches. An attempt was made, quick, rapid strides intending to gain on the elderly, fragile beast, aiming to pummel into its side with his bulk, knock it entirely askew and off its feet.
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Deimos shifts into his hellhound form, attempting to drive the herd. He also sees an elderly deer and tries to knock it down.
DEIMOS
