DEIMOS
Truth be told, Deimos would’ve preferred mauling the birds where they stood, clutched in talons, taken and rendered apart. But that would’ve defeated the purpose of the current activity, so he tucked the predacious, avaricious, ruthless edges away, following on the wake of instructions, for Chulane would’ve known the birds’ behaviors best. The Sword had only ever stalked and hunted and intimidated them – though these had proven to be a more obstinate batch.
Success came upon plumage and claws this time though, and the flourish of their movements, of their motions, beseeched and guarded his potential onslaught – turning, chasing, rampaging with his raptorial predilections, until there were other venues and directions to pursue.
He tilted his avian head vaguely at the four diverting paths, listening to the next set of directions. His gaze followed and flickered over the roof, along the western intervals, and with another nod, he hastened towards the request. A flash of wings, a steady drum of motions, and he had ascended along the boundaries and fringes. Utilizing one appendage, and using the other as a supportive base, he intended to gather the snow and whisk it off with movements from the plumage and feathers, the bones, muscle, and sinew. Is that enough? A glance downward, pondering the state of ningos and their flight.
Success came upon plumage and claws this time though, and the flourish of their movements, of their motions, beseeched and guarded his potential onslaught – turning, chasing, rampaging with his raptorial predilections, until there were other venues and directions to pursue.
He tilted his avian head vaguely at the four diverting paths, listening to the next set of directions. His gaze followed and flickered over the roof, along the western intervals, and with another nod, he hastened towards the request. A flash of wings, a steady drum of motions, and he had ascended along the boundaries and fringes. Utilizing one appendage, and using the other as a supportive base, he intended to gather the snow and whisk it off with movements from the plumage and feathers, the bones, muscle, and sinew. Is that enough? A glance downward, pondering the state of ningos and their flight.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
