Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Out of frustration and irritation, the beast was half-tempted to unleash some form of upheaval and abhorrence upon the squirrels. Their incessant chatter and beckoning, vexing rather than siren intervals now, only exasperated the conditions they were in more, and on a rumbling growl he sent a few scurrying – perhaps realizing he was more predator than potential prey for the warren now. It was almost a yearning, wanton thing, to unleash some brand of decadence, immorality, and iniquity upon the opposing, little fiends, just for an opportunity, a chance, for the tempestuous edges to cease seething.
Except Sunjata seemed to know where he was now – and so the General fell behind in steps, relinquishing the lead distortions, some faith in the fellow man he hoped wasn’t misplaced. Stride bound, torch held, the light touching along fringes of tree lines, warped, mangled timber, and then seemingly, an opening, a clearing across their path. He maneuvered in line, but then proceeded beyond for a few more inclinations and motions, a restless sigh quaking in his chest. “Is this it?” It made sense: widened grove, an expanse of more and more plant-life he’d likely never seen before, proceeding lightly, cautiously, waiting for something else to erupt from the runes. “Supposedly the herb grows on stalks like grass, and is brown.” Deimos lifted his torch once more, a guiding opus to serve them on the next portion of their search, and then started along the left side, eyes scouring.
Except Sunjata seemed to know where he was now – and so the General fell behind in steps, relinquishing the lead distortions, some faith in the fellow man he hoped wasn’t misplaced. Stride bound, torch held, the light touching along fringes of tree lines, warped, mangled timber, and then seemingly, an opening, a clearing across their path. He maneuvered in line, but then proceeded beyond for a few more inclinations and motions, a restless sigh quaking in his chest. “Is this it?” It made sense: widened grove, an expanse of more and more plant-life he’d likely never seen before, proceeding lightly, cautiously, waiting for something else to erupt from the runes. “Supposedly the herb grows on stalks like grass, and is brown.” Deimos lifted his torch once more, a guiding opus to serve them on the next portion of their search, and then started along the left side, eyes scouring.
DEIMOS
