this is the reckoning
It was not much of a surprise nowadays to find a big, black dog running down the beach.
Much as he’d done in Halo, despite his massive size, the beast hurdled his way over portions and proportions of dunes, rocks, and stones, finding it endlessly appealing to rampage, to liberate, to be granted some semblance of freedom in the long, lingering stretch between jungle and sea. There weren’t too many onlookers at the press of morning, his favorite time of day during the summer, and so the Stygian outlier was nothing but a reckless thing abandoned against the tides.
Belial swooped in and amongst their run, diving from the side, and Zuriel watched from the borderline of the trees (no investment in the game) as different sorts of training escalated from their antics. He launched, evaded, ducked, and dodged the peryton’s fangs, the amusements escalating the closer the winged deer came – as if daring one another, pushing the envelope, the onslaught, turning and twisting gloriously in a sinuous arch of something that could’ve been disastrous. But as bonded and attuned, accompanying one another’s emotions in the rise and fall of zeal, it only became a silly nuance and drive of precision, might, and mayhem, before both were racing, racing, racing upon the shore.
Much as he’d done in Halo, despite his massive size, the beast hurdled his way over portions and proportions of dunes, rocks, and stones, finding it endlessly appealing to rampage, to liberate, to be granted some semblance of freedom in the long, lingering stretch between jungle and sea. There weren’t too many onlookers at the press of morning, his favorite time of day during the summer, and so the Stygian outlier was nothing but a reckless thing abandoned against the tides.
Belial swooped in and amongst their run, diving from the side, and Zuriel watched from the borderline of the trees (no investment in the game) as different sorts of training escalated from their antics. He launched, evaded, ducked, and dodged the peryton’s fangs, the amusements escalating the closer the winged deer came – as if daring one another, pushing the envelope, the onslaught, turning and twisting gloriously in a sinuous arch of something that could’ve been disastrous. But as bonded and attuned, accompanying one another’s emotions in the rise and fall of zeal, it only became a silly nuance and drive of precision, might, and mayhem, before both were racing, racing, racing upon the shore.
DEIMOS
