DEIMOS
Once given new aspirations and ambitions in the coils of snow, in the breadth of winter, the storm’s patterns and cycles hardly deterred him. A piece of the backdrop, a wayfaring beast on the horizon, the extension of his plumage dove beneath swells of wind threatening to push him back; too much persistence, too much curiosity, too much upheaval in the breadth of a single, solitary roar. Perhaps wiser individuals would have taken the opportunity to not wind their way through storms; but he was daring and bold and searing, taking to the skies in the decadence of something that felt like yesteryear’s home. The chilling breeze threatened to drown out all other noise, and he breathed it in, the eerie, enigmatic vestiges of a world he could no longer have, drifting downwards, towards the source of the noise.The beast’s shape rose out of the surroundings, all the more intriguing. He wasn’t sure how to ascertain the quality of its demeanor – something maybe draconic, with its long, slender neck ascending over gnarled branches, but the rest of it altered, misshapen, as if not fully thought out or developed. But the notions of its vocals had been somber – maybe one more indication of desolation, of isolation, and he could understand, he could comprehend, the reaches of idle starkness.
So he let it be (for now; a rush in the back of his mind, thought of the flinthopper an emblazoning source in his ruminations), for it didn’t appear to be a threat, an omen, a rushing, roaring sign like the rest of the abyss intending to damn and take them down – his eyes ghosting over the descending snowflakes, searching for the rest of his avian family. Certain they were there, hovering, gliding, the Sword proffered a position nearby – flying towards an extended bough, room enough for all to settle with grasped talons and watchful eyes. Here, a murmur through connections, and then his gaze flickered over the rest, already gathered, already watchful and heedful. He remained as another sentinel, another guard, another soldier, if necessary.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
