DEIMOS
Instead of fending the kid off, he appeared to have merely enticed and contorted more attention. In his human form he might have sneered or given off obvious, intimidating auras, vestiges of incriminating, treacherous considerations, a leave me alone sign flaring, perceptible to anyone with half a brain. Uncertain on the dinosaur comment (if it was a compliment or not), and tilting his head a fraction at the cool endeavor (because he couldn’t recall a time anyone had ever dared to call him that), the beast remained still, pondering how to get rid of the child. He could peck him. Bite him. Threaten. Condemn. Or merely take off, leave him amongst the markets and mountain air.
Then the youth kept offering more jerky, and the raptorial senses forgot the notion entirely, snagging and snatching, and then maneuvering further down the wall. An air of warning brandished in the outstretch of his wings, vicious, wild plumage, a clicking of his beak around the meat.
Then the youth kept offering more jerky, and the raptorial senses forgot the notion entirely, snagging and snatching, and then maneuvering further down the wall. An air of warning brandished in the outstretch of his wings, vicious, wild plumage, a clicking of his beak around the meat.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
