DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Quiet, observant, eyes riveted directly upon the other cat, he watched as he lowered himself to the ground, unfortunately having the opposite effect of intimidation. Considering the amount of lives led, pummeled, bombarded, not much led Deimos down into the realms of terror or horror; save for friends in the midst of danger.
So as Oliver advanced, launching once again for the same sort of jump, leap, claw attack, the tiger was onto him. He noted in the back of his mind for Oliver to come up with other strategies, other moves, before everything became too predictable.
He maneuvered quickly, feeling the swipe, the feel, of the sharp, keen nails raking down his side, but avoiding the weight of the leopard upon him. He’d take the blow, the pain, the tufts of fur and blood streaking down his silver coat. Instead of seething into those misgivings, he advanced, turning, twisting, back towards the opposing beast. Then he raised his forelegs, attempting to bring his paws down upon the smaller feline, intending to push him down into the earth.
So as Oliver advanced, launching once again for the same sort of jump, leap, claw attack, the tiger was onto him. He noted in the back of his mind for Oliver to come up with other strategies, other moves, before everything became too predictable.
He maneuvered quickly, feeling the swipe, the feel, of the sharp, keen nails raking down his side, but avoiding the weight of the leopard upon him. He’d take the blow, the pain, the tufts of fur and blood streaking down his silver coat. Instead of seething into those misgivings, he advanced, turning, twisting, back towards the opposing beast. Then he raised his forelegs, attempting to bring his paws down upon the smaller feline, intending to push him down into the earth.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
