DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
A few more fish were launched in a forceful slap of the water, via his paw, watching as they were directed in a less graceful arc than his counterpart’s droplet contortions – before hitting the surface and diving back under, desperate to evade his tactics. Bemused all the more, he waded in further and further, and then dove back down, attempting to snag on gilded tails with fangs and canines, swiping along while hind legs paddled. Eventually the rest seemed to have caught on to his antics and tactics, and his precision couldn’t match their speed or fortitude for the river; disappearing behind rocks, stones, and natural bends and curves within the current. Deimos came back up again, and then chose to meander along the embankment, careful not to wander too close to the luxere and summoner; since the former seemed threatened, apprehensive of his presence. Fair, given predatory menace and stature.
He lifted his feline head, ears twitching, form shaking off the droplets all over again before focusing on the amusements and teasing. An almost tiger shrug corded through his shoulders, and then a snort billowed thereafter. They are fine. No harm, no foul, none of them dead; as if this perhaps justified his diversions.
He lifted his feline head, ears twitching, form shaking off the droplets all over again before focusing on the amusements and teasing. An almost tiger shrug corded through his shoulders, and then a snort billowed thereafter. They are fine. No harm, no foul, none of them dead; as if this perhaps justified his diversions.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
