DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
She shifted too, and they were predators against the backdrop of ice and snow. Power and potency might not have meant anything here though, not with the ursur nearby, not with the angles of tusks and potential disaster. Zuriel waiting down below was in the back of his mind, but even the unicorn had limitations, and suddenly this seemed even more foolish – all for a damned claw.
Carefully, he rendered first. His eyes narrowed, and he watched as the ursur either seemed to not think them a threat, which was demeaning in its own way, or merely thought nothing more of them. It sniffed at the ground instead, digging at something he couldn’t see, grumbling and rumbling, the sharpened tusks piercing through the snow along with its massive paws. I will go to the left, he uttered after some consideration, wondering if they played both sides, if they mired and split apart, they’d have better opportunities. The only thing that might aid them now was speed – their swifter, far more nimble forms, or shifting into the sky, could save them from a piercing fate.
Maybe.
If you go to the right, we might be able to do something while it is distracted. Did ursurs shed claws, like cats? Would there be one nearby they could simply grab and hasten off with? Deimos had always doubted his fortune – but their options were slimming down at this point. Unless Aisha had a better, alternative idea, the tiger began tracing his way westward, senses on high alert, painstakingly composed in his strides; nearly aloof, indifferent, as if he posed no inclination of danger towards the bear.
Carefully, he rendered first. His eyes narrowed, and he watched as the ursur either seemed to not think them a threat, which was demeaning in its own way, or merely thought nothing more of them. It sniffed at the ground instead, digging at something he couldn’t see, grumbling and rumbling, the sharpened tusks piercing through the snow along with its massive paws. I will go to the left, he uttered after some consideration, wondering if they played both sides, if they mired and split apart, they’d have better opportunities. The only thing that might aid them now was speed – their swifter, far more nimble forms, or shifting into the sky, could save them from a piercing fate.
Maybe.
If you go to the right, we might be able to do something while it is distracted. Did ursurs shed claws, like cats? Would there be one nearby they could simply grab and hasten off with? Deimos had always doubted his fortune – but their options were slimming down at this point. Unless Aisha had a better, alternative idea, the tiger began tracing his way westward, senses on high alert, painstakingly composed in his strides; nearly aloof, indifferent, as if he posed no inclination of danger towards the bear.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
