DEIMOS
Snow piled high, a future nuisance to be examined and moved at a later date, and a rumble of a snort, a brief laugh, fumbled through the bond as Chulane’s amusements peeked past. His eagle features remained in their singular, stoic countenance, but he wouldn’t begrudge or ignore the hint of some mirth and joviality in the task.
And instead of digging further into why vehemence and some assortment of violence diverted him, there was more to be done. Fortunately, those streaks of his personality and existence were exactly what was required – and with a smirk ignited in the Attuned measures – the beast hastened off.
Deimos was a furious, rampaging motion within the blink of an eye, unfurling plumage, rapidly descending, and lifting upwards with sleek, wild contentment. They weren’t ruthless designs, but close to it, a lofty, crafty, cunning assemblage of untamed dominions, flying headlong towards the ningos, and swiftly overtaking them. Despite his size in comparison to the inept birds, speed was one of the golden eagle’s greatest factions, and he could easily strip and trip them out of the air if need be – however, his predacious notions in these platitudes was simply to maneuver them in the right direction.
A tilt, a flick of his wings, and he attempted to do just that.
And instead of digging further into why vehemence and some assortment of violence diverted him, there was more to be done. Fortunately, those streaks of his personality and existence were exactly what was required – and with a smirk ignited in the Attuned measures – the beast hastened off.
Deimos was a furious, rampaging motion within the blink of an eye, unfurling plumage, rapidly descending, and lifting upwards with sleek, wild contentment. They weren’t ruthless designs, but close to it, a lofty, crafty, cunning assemblage of untamed dominions, flying headlong towards the ningos, and swiftly overtaking them. Despite his size in comparison to the inept birds, speed was one of the golden eagle’s greatest factions, and he could easily strip and trip them out of the air if need be – however, his predacious notions in these platitudes was simply to maneuver them in the right direction.
A tilt, a flick of his wings, and he attempted to do just that.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
