DEIMOS
“Give it enough time,” the beast countered with a dry tone and demeanor, considering the implications – experience told him there was always something lurking, meandering, through the midst. Even if there wasn’t a war looming, monsters, guardians, and a whole other layer of unknown lurked along, until there came a point where it was an expectation. Granting and giving more of the plunging water, he waited a few more moments, pleased and content with the amount, before tucking the magic back into his veins.Besides, there were other means to address. “I can probably use the eagle shift instead,” after giving way to several machinations – smaller talons, and maybe enough distinction and coordination to place the stopper within. “Perhaps. I will try anyway.” With that, he altered his stance – shifting into feathers once more, but with far less mass and far more sienna emblems, much more comfortable and familiar with the lacquer of this particular raptor. And drifted, hovered, talons extended to grasp whatever bottle Tal had.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
