this is the reckoning
The Sword would’ve been perfectly content with an ambush – contorting his massive form along and intertwining, lifting his paws quietly, carefully, with a polished menace found in the quieter folds of his existence. How he’d inhabited worlds before as the Reaper; savage and minatory, hushed and sinuous, an unwinding force ready, willing, and able to strike from the shadows.
But as her words came through he ceased momentarily – one paw lifted in mid-air on the thought. Vivid hues were usually a warning amongst and amidst creatures – a hint to stay away, as the potential for deadly toxins were embedded, infused, and composed in between bloodstreams and flesh. Isilme had its fair share of the warning signs, and there’d been enough books and notations about various species in the Atheneum. Bright colors usually indicate poison. His eyes narrowed as he meticulously placed the claws back into the water, edging closer as naught more than a piece of sinewy, Stygian backdrop.
Normally, he might not have any misgivings, as one of the many individuals who rampaged straight into danger – but Zuriel wasn’t here. There’d be no way to manage any healing until they returned to Torchline and found someone capable of doing so. For once, he aired on the side of caution. Probably not. They had no need to. But take a look at anything else on it – the bird could still be pertinent for your guild. Notes on potentially venomous creatures, for instance; she could always sketch something out thereafter.
But as her words came through he ceased momentarily – one paw lifted in mid-air on the thought. Vivid hues were usually a warning amongst and amidst creatures – a hint to stay away, as the potential for deadly toxins were embedded, infused, and composed in between bloodstreams and flesh. Isilme had its fair share of the warning signs, and there’d been enough books and notations about various species in the Atheneum. Bright colors usually indicate poison. His eyes narrowed as he meticulously placed the claws back into the water, edging closer as naught more than a piece of sinewy, Stygian backdrop.
Normally, he might not have any misgivings, as one of the many individuals who rampaged straight into danger – but Zuriel wasn’t here. There’d be no way to manage any healing until they returned to Torchline and found someone capable of doing so. For once, he aired on the side of caution. Probably not. They had no need to. But take a look at anything else on it – the bird could still be pertinent for your guild. Notes on potentially venomous creatures, for instance; she could always sketch something out thereafter.
DEIMOS
