this is the reckoning
Even in the threshold of a predator clearly given over to fire, the man had been born next to the sea – the water would always be an enticement, an element, he savored and favored. Massive, wide paws splashed through the stream with relish, sending out plumes of cascading droplets in all directions, intentionally launching his strides into widened volleys, launches, and leaps, until his fur was thoroughly doused. And while it might not have appeared so, the beast was always listening, even while shaking and sending the remnants of the liquid clinging to his coat outward. Her notions of no magic was entirely different from Helovia and Isilme – and the animals seemingly altered too. Jungles and plains, farms, leopards, tigers, an assortment of foreign tangibles and possibilities the beast had only seen in other Attuned.
We did not have many jungles. The Hidden Falls would’ve been the closest. Deserts, mountains, and forests. His eyes went upward though, scanning the canopies, branches, and boughs above them, pondering over the midst of massive snakes.
While Aisha tended to senses, the Sword managed to gather some segment of other adornments and semblances within his soul, not so entranced with the riverbed once he’d had his fill of it. Instead, he watched, listened, and waited, while the leopard found something else to shatter and irritate amongst the brush and brambles, chirping – another bird, and he nodded at the scrutiny.
She melded into shadow and he didn’t, standing amidst the temptation of babbling rivulets, wandering further and further inward, as if he weren’t a threat; not something ominous, not something dark, dangerous, and looming. Giving more time to puzzle and study, to follow and flicker. Standing back, he flicked an ear several times, considered Aisha’s perusals. What does it look like?
We did not have many jungles. The Hidden Falls would’ve been the closest. Deserts, mountains, and forests. His eyes went upward though, scanning the canopies, branches, and boughs above them, pondering over the midst of massive snakes.
While Aisha tended to senses, the Sword managed to gather some segment of other adornments and semblances within his soul, not so entranced with the riverbed once he’d had his fill of it. Instead, he watched, listened, and waited, while the leopard found something else to shatter and irritate amongst the brush and brambles, chirping – another bird, and he nodded at the scrutiny.
She melded into shadow and he didn’t, standing amidst the temptation of babbling rivulets, wandering further and further inward, as if he weren’t a threat; not something ominous, not something dark, dangerous, and looming. Giving more time to puzzle and study, to follow and flicker. Standing back, he flicked an ear several times, considered Aisha’s perusals. What does it look like?
DEIMOS
