DEIMOS
Habits, despite his promise of trying, caged around him, struggled to maintain the semblance of striving, when all he’d like to do was succumb to ice and glaciers, to chilling voids. There was half a snort buried in his chest, because eagles lacked the capacity, and he didn’t funnel it through the attuned bonds, not wishing to laugh away the suggestion. It wasn’t fair, not when Loren was hurting and reaching out – attempting far greater than the Sword was. The sigh flickering through lacked its feral properties, just a subsequent turn of anguish and melancholy.
His piercing eyes flicked back to the goose; wings outstretched, plumage only ruffled by the breeze. I appreciate your advice. A pause, a tilt of his head, as if studying, examining, the complexities, before trying to dive into some multitudes of humor; sadly lacking, pathetic in its intervals. And willingness to get mauled during exhibitions.
His piercing eyes flicked back to the goose; wings outstretched, plumage only ruffled by the breeze. I appreciate your advice. A pause, a tilt of his head, as if studying, examining, the complexities, before trying to dive into some multitudes of humor; sadly lacking, pathetic in its intervals. And willingness to get mauled during exhibitions.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
