DEIMOS
He flew on rapid wings and over pockets of heat he hadn’t missed once clambering into Halo. If he completed this proportion now, he could yield to more of what was required in the mountains thereafter; a reckoning and reasoning from a mind made of machinations.
Even above, above, above the eerie tranquility of still pools and ivory crystals, there was a touch of memories from beyond plucking and poking at the back of his mind – perhaps from the earlier life in Helovia. Visual reminders, touches of what had once been. Even if they were not one and the same.
Following at Maeve’s instructions and directions, bag of holding in his talons, the stench filled his senses and were he in human form, the wrinkle to his nose would’ve been harsh and evident. Instead, it was the mark of displeasure contorting down the length of his Attuned measures, until he eventually began to descend in wide, breaching circles, mindful of landsharks and their potential to be wandering below the surface. With any luck, he could complete the task quickly, efficiently, before anything else shifted within the world.
Even above, above, above the eerie tranquility of still pools and ivory crystals, there was a touch of memories from beyond plucking and poking at the back of his mind – perhaps from the earlier life in Helovia. Visual reminders, touches of what had once been. Even if they were not one and the same.
Following at Maeve’s instructions and directions, bag of holding in his talons, the stench filled his senses and were he in human form, the wrinkle to his nose would’ve been harsh and evident. Instead, it was the mark of displeasure contorting down the length of his Attuned measures, until he eventually began to descend in wide, breaching circles, mindful of landsharks and their potential to be wandering below the surface. With any luck, he could complete the task quickly, efficiently, before anything else shifted within the world.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
