this is the reckoning
It was an unsung reverie, beholden to nothing but the power undulating through veins and pulsing in bones; weighted by naught in apprehensive notions or trepidatious efforts. Carnivore impacts and potency prospered in the outright vigor of his movements, dragging and toiling and not giving a damn as they flew over snow and ice. The squeal echoing, caught by his swiveling ears, was only encouragement – he would’ve gone on and on and on into infinite maelstroms, chasing after pinnacles of memories and foundations of sedition, had the outline of trees not caught his attention.
Puffs and plumes of air uncoiled from his nares as he turned them towards the silhouetted timber – a cluster of them, just off the beaten path. Eventually his pace and strides slowed until they were an easygoing, unlabored stroll, limbs flickering in a casual display of sovereignty and revolution. The sled, and therefore the rest of the flock, obeyed his ministrations, rope still tight across his jaw, gliding behind, making little tracks in the snow.
He ceased entirely when the cracked, broken, and clearly decrepit wood lingered a few feet away. Perhaps they’d been deprived of nutrients, or aged beyond their capabilities out on the line of powder and outskirts. From there, he took a solid breath, bidding some silent goodbye to the shift, dropping the line, and casting himself back into human efforts. With one long stretch of arms and legs, he tilted his head back to the others. “All right?”
Puffs and plumes of air uncoiled from his nares as he turned them towards the silhouetted timber – a cluster of them, just off the beaten path. Eventually his pace and strides slowed until they were an easygoing, unlabored stroll, limbs flickering in a casual display of sovereignty and revolution. The sled, and therefore the rest of the flock, obeyed his ministrations, rope still tight across his jaw, gliding behind, making little tracks in the snow.
He ceased entirely when the cracked, broken, and clearly decrepit wood lingered a few feet away. Perhaps they’d been deprived of nutrients, or aged beyond their capabilities out on the line of powder and outskirts. From there, he took a solid breath, bidding some silent goodbye to the shift, dropping the line, and casting himself back into human efforts. With one long stretch of arms and legs, he tilted his head back to the others. “All right?”
DEIMOS
