Deimos
The hellhound penchant for unfurling speed, avarice, and chasing down maelstroms surged through his form instantly. They were rapacious, carnivorous edges, always underneath the surface, and brought forth far more eagerly the moment his predacious forms were allowed to contort and coil. With a purpose, rather than an extended run, it kept his mind occupied, even if the sudden need to expel copious amounts of energy, surge over the hill, and rampage along the knoll, twisted its way through his long limbs.
His ears flicked back occasionally to hear Sah’s running, keeping his pace to a minimum instead of something he’d release across the tundra – no wild abandon, no reckless endeavors. Nose to the ground, he continued to catch the same sweet smells, following, tracing, pondering over the particulars – reminded of a Hollowed Grounds’ bakery, and something in his heart lurched, before he shut it down completely.
Because he’d pinpointed the aroma’s center, and stared curiously at a entangled bout of grass, barking at it for emphasis.
His ears flicked back occasionally to hear Sah’s running, keeping his pace to a minimum instead of something he’d release across the tundra – no wild abandon, no reckless endeavors. Nose to the ground, he continued to catch the same sweet smells, following, tracing, pondering over the particulars – reminded of a Hollowed Grounds’ bakery, and something in his heart lurched, before he shut it down completely.
Because he’d pinpointed the aroma’s center, and stared curiously at a entangled bout of grass, barking at it for emphasis.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
