this is the reckoning
All notion of exploring deeper and further into the midst seemed to have disappeared, altered, for a time, as hunters gave into their natural instincts and accord. While Zuriel hastened off with a flick of her tail, as if unamused by the proceedings, preferring to grass as the others tended to their maelstrom.
Deimos dug into the provocation and challenge with very little instigation – watching, waiting, ears flickering back and forth in his svelte, limber form; hound inclinations honed and rapacious, twisting and turning, coiling through his blood. It only pooled further into his flesh and bones as the hares continued, persisting in vibrant lights, in exalting their presence. Scrutinizing, analyzing, the beast attempted to follow their pattern – less haphazard, more intricate than he’d first believed, out there before the electrical storms.
Belial seemed to have the same idea. A carnivorous deer, he left Eira behind, hovering over where he thought he could best approach, as the Sword hastened towards his own prey. Together, they took a tandem march; the peryton from the skies, and Deimos from the ground, launching, presiding, descending, rampaging after their chosen wares.
His companion’s talons just missed, and he could hear some menacing growl through the melee; while his claws sunk into the hind end of the hare, and he listened to the strangled screech as it knew it’d been had.
Deimos dug into the provocation and challenge with very little instigation – watching, waiting, ears flickering back and forth in his svelte, limber form; hound inclinations honed and rapacious, twisting and turning, coiling through his blood. It only pooled further into his flesh and bones as the hares continued, persisting in vibrant lights, in exalting their presence. Scrutinizing, analyzing, the beast attempted to follow their pattern – less haphazard, more intricate than he’d first believed, out there before the electrical storms.
Belial seemed to have the same idea. A carnivorous deer, he left Eira behind, hovering over where he thought he could best approach, as the Sword hastened towards his own prey. Together, they took a tandem march; the peryton from the skies, and Deimos from the ground, launching, presiding, descending, rampaging after their chosen wares.
His companion’s talons just missed, and he could hear some menacing growl through the melee; while his claws sunk into the hind end of the hare, and he listened to the strangled screech as it knew it’d been had.
DEIMOS
