[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

So it turned out they were both useless in this situation – Deimos refusing to bend into plucking away at owls’ lives, and Loren incapable of healing from afar. His intentions hadn’t been to scar either of them; the hunt for timber hadn’t seemed or been so ludicrous before. Instead of spinning them into another cycle or circle of the same, he seemed pressed to simply find another suitable portion of timber within the forest. There was bound to be something else. Then he heard a peculiar sound; uncertain if it was anything at all at first – not quite registering over his senses. His eyes had been riveted on the owls and their movements though, watching as the female shifted uneasily, and not because of them. Perhaps it was the only warning they’d receive – a song began to stretch along his ears, haunting, poignant, not quite siren but alarming all the same, one that chorded apprehension and consternation over spines and souls. “We may have bigger problems,” he murmured, shifting sideways, pondering if they were to catch a glimpse of whatever pending force was coming their way – if they should salvage the situation and depart before it came, or stay and fight some brutal, condemning nature. Didn’t Loren have abilities towards magical creatures? The Sword’s stare swiveled back to the other man, curiosity still pulsing despite the oncoming threat. “Do you know what it is?” Or what they should do about it? For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate