you've gotta be so cold to make it in this world
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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this is the reckoning
And with that – the world further unfurled. His eyes drew to Noah as the hunter shifted, drifted, straight into polar bear formations, kin and brethren to the tusked adornments they currently fought. The frustration coiling within him from a previous, lackluster assault was damned and doomed to repeat unless he came up with another strategy – taking notes from the hunter’s capabilities.

His own alterations began, gliding from monolithic, towering Sword to Stygian hellhound, the reaches of his limbs pressing, gnarling, crashing into the rime and ice, flickering over the boundaries and edges, another merciless wake in their unrelenting pursuit. He was a malicious, unwinding blaze now – the fervency, the piercing, puncturing undulations of merciless convictions resounding from his essence, his presence, his entity, a master of howling voids as he chased and pursued.

Honed fangs and sharpened ideals further persisted, an unrelenting, vicious thing in the stark outline of snow – seeing Noah’s efforts and continuing in their stead. He bit into its left front leg, jaw locking, clenching over fur and hide and the outrage from the ursur as it gnarled and dared; but he wove his audacity into its forelimbs, tugging, pulling, lacerating, tearing. Until the bear could take it no longer, until it toppled into the earth, until its bulk fell into the ice, and its death sentence roared in his ears.
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RE: you've gotta be so cold to make it in this world - by Deimos - 01-08-2021, 11:53 PM

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