[PQ] Raise the Roost

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

All right, fair, fine, Deimos could admit to Jigano being right on this particular angle with the carts. What had begun as being helpful apparently made more work for him, mindless of the notions that perhaps others couldn’t simply drag their wares with sheer strength through the snow, as he would.  He sighed at the missteps, fought off the notion of sneering at himself, and molded his features into nonchalance as he adhered to adjusting each cart, adding runners to the bottoms. The harnesses were attached too, the handles left there just in case there was some easy pulling to do. If no one wanted to utilize them, that was fine too, but they’d all been adapted and accommodated accordingly. More trials and tribulations were on his side, because sometimes good fortune in his antics and tactics were difficult to find (suddenly a preference for the battlefield slid through his mind – at least he knew what he was doing out there, maiming, destroying). Despite the tree being in good shape, it was already inhabited, occupied, and the owl contained within was none too pleased with his meddling surrounding their home. He had only half a moment to duck from her sharp talons, maneuvering quickly, grazed a little on his shoulder, but with the thickness of his garments for the season, they only dug into strands of fabric. Granting the horned owl a wide berth, he slunk over to some other trees to contemplate his options, and possibly get out of her range. There was always the possibility to life draining the animals and settling the matter quickly – cold, cruel, and callous – but the predilections were put along the back of his mind as soon as his eyes glanced over at the second owl, clearly injured, the female’s intentions clear – protecting and shielding the other. He frowned. No point in trying to move them either, it would likely do more harm than good. So he sighed again, irritated and irked at himself for arriving to help and only making things more ineffectual, bellowing across the woods as he likely should’ve done earlier. Maybe the loud rumbling from his throat would be enough to deter; weren’t they afraid of deafening noises? “Found a tree.” He paused, tilting his head, still studying the situation. “And some owls.” Perhaps someone else would have sound advice for his next steps, or he’d be forced to find another capable piece of timber. -- Deimos adjusts the carts so they now have runners to go over the snow and harnesses. He ducks away from sharp owl talons, and calls loudly to the others, hoping it might force the birds to fly away. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate