DEIMOS
Nothingness; a grasp, a pull, a need for naught to enter his mind but the force of the wind and the salty aspects of the breeze. No earth chaining him to the ground, no mortal boundaries ripping him from the coil – a spread of wings, of feathers, of plumage, and into the spray of the sea, winding his way over beatific quandaries and parallel powers.
He’d had a home like this once, born along the coast, intertwining with shells and surf, the moon at his back and the clarity of the sand beneath his feet, pushing and pushing and pushing until there was laughter in his lungs and friends racing alongside, when worlds hadn’t collapsed, when family hadn’t fallen, when, when, when –
His beak opened and craved a primal scream; but naught came from his mouth, buried and hollowed deep in the pinnacles of his predacious soul. Not allowed to fall apart, not allowed to flicker, not allowed to bow or break. So he was just a streamlined raptor gliding over the dunes, remembering a time, a place, underneath suns, stars, fire, water, and everything else in between.
He’d had a home like this once, born along the coast, intertwining with shells and surf, the moon at his back and the clarity of the sand beneath his feet, pushing and pushing and pushing until there was laughter in his lungs and friends racing alongside, when worlds hadn’t collapsed, when family hadn’t fallen, when, when, when –
His beak opened and craved a primal scream; but naught came from his mouth, buried and hollowed deep in the pinnacles of his predacious soul. Not allowed to fall apart, not allowed to flicker, not allowed to bow or break. So he was just a streamlined raptor gliding over the dunes, remembering a time, a place, underneath suns, stars, fire, water, and everything else in between.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
