this is the reckoning
He nodded at the indication; a seasonal piece of the backdrop, where they flourished and beckoned from the scope of carcasses. They represented the stars now, in the haunting, lilting expanse – LongNight’s hold just a tenuous, inky surface across Stygian blots, shadows upon shadows. He tucked the dread behind him, maneuvering his muzzle, watching the end of his nose as the bug followed, not content to wish it ill will yet.
The question coiled back along the bonds and connections, and he pondered the angles. Flinthoppers, in LongHeat. They can produce fire and cause a lot of destruction. He’d been burned by their resurgence before – the massive, giant beast, as they all scampered around, trying to stop the blaze. An Outlander persuasion, considering most of the Naturals had thought it all a cyclical circumstance; their fields churned and burned over, decimated quickly. Chorus bees in Flowerbirth, though if you leave them alone, they are no threat. Content to engage in harmonies, in melodies, in the rebirth and renewal of spring; and something in those thoughts slashed and bit too.
So he remembered the Basin instead – the wolves howling and coming home, the triumph and tragedies, the rise and fall of summits. But nothing stood out in the stark memories; their brands of chaos combined into war efforts and human infidels.
The question coiled back along the bonds and connections, and he pondered the angles. Flinthoppers, in LongHeat. They can produce fire and cause a lot of destruction. He’d been burned by their resurgence before – the massive, giant beast, as they all scampered around, trying to stop the blaze. An Outlander persuasion, considering most of the Naturals had thought it all a cyclical circumstance; their fields churned and burned over, decimated quickly. Chorus bees in Flowerbirth, though if you leave them alone, they are no threat. Content to engage in harmonies, in melodies, in the rebirth and renewal of spring; and something in those thoughts slashed and bit too.
So he remembered the Basin instead – the wolves howling and coming home, the triumph and tragedies, the rise and fall of summits. But nothing stood out in the stark memories; their brands of chaos combined into war efforts and human infidels.
DEIMOS
