DEIMOS
He watched, waited for the choices to be made, the considerations rallied; and an instant later, the leopard unfurled. The General smirked at her instigating, pondering over the situation himself. He’d come to possess an ample variety of predatory creatures within his soul – those with fangs, those with massive paws, those with incredulous power, precision, and might. But it would be the raptor today – a preference in the schism of demolishing ningos. Some aspects derived for its speed, its complete and utter liberation, the eternal freedom he received from application of wings and plumage, of diving, of descending in great, swift speeds, and then controlling his freefall, his talons, and a ripple of destruction in its own wake.
So then Deimos was tawny feathers and sharpened precision, rising upwards, over the inklings of the Palace, tracing over one of the spires, contemplating a ruse, as if he wasn’t there at all – not to the dimwitted fowl below. I can flush them towards you. A reversal of roles from their last hunt, where she’d been the instigator, and he’d been the onslaught. Depending on their odds though, he intended to pluck several for himself – quick, rapid, and sure. He waited until she was ready, aligned in whatever complexity she wished – likely not requiring great stealth when mustering towards these creatures.
And thereafter, the eagle dove, streamlined in the chilling void, falling, falling, falling, extending talons towards one very large bird, while the rest flew, fluttered, and flickered in various directions – the main contortion and proportion of the flock fumbling directly into Aisha’s orbit.
So then Deimos was tawny feathers and sharpened precision, rising upwards, over the inklings of the Palace, tracing over one of the spires, contemplating a ruse, as if he wasn’t there at all – not to the dimwitted fowl below. I can flush them towards you. A reversal of roles from their last hunt, where she’d been the instigator, and he’d been the onslaught. Depending on their odds though, he intended to pluck several for himself – quick, rapid, and sure. He waited until she was ready, aligned in whatever complexity she wished – likely not requiring great stealth when mustering towards these creatures.
And thereafter, the eagle dove, streamlined in the chilling void, falling, falling, falling, extending talons towards one very large bird, while the rest flew, fluttered, and flickered in various directions – the main contortion and proportion of the flock fumbling directly into Aisha’s orbit.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
