DEIMOS
The rush of the drafts accelerated his speed, and the ease of swiftness, of liberation, of deliverance, was not lost in the midst of their Attuned natures. An easygoing mood, despite everything else hovering around – striving to overcome the brewing, brimming sensations of more time slipping away in edges and fringes and bounds; sienna wings brushing over thermals, exalted and providential, just the same. Even a joke hastened from his mind at the inquiry, something likened to a smirk, a snicker, were he not in eagle form. Setting them on fire?
A more serious nature persisted though, and he contemplated the efforts, considering the animals they’d sought. They tend to like larger prey, the Sword angled, turning along a bend, inclined to maneuver around the whips of air a little longer simply for amusements’ sake. We could always provide some bait. Snagging, compelling, or coaxing a few giant rats wouldn’t be much of a bother, and he’d taken out flocks of gore crows recently with relative restraint.
A more serious nature persisted though, and he contemplated the efforts, considering the animals they’d sought. They tend to like larger prey, the Sword angled, turning along a bend, inclined to maneuver around the whips of air a little longer simply for amusements’ sake. We could always provide some bait. Snagging, compelling, or coaxing a few giant rats wouldn’t be much of a bother, and he’d taken out flocks of gore crows recently with relative restraint.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
