DEIMOS
“For all the things we need to accomplish? Not long enough.” Finding relics, before the Ascended did. Puzzling them out. Figuring out what needed to be done. Defenses. Protections. An installation of ways and methods and flanking regions; discovering where everyone stood, and striving to get them to a point where they would survive. He couldn’t even think of the aftermath; not yet. “But at least we have a timeframe.” Which was better than just the looming horizon staring back at them – counting down the days, the hours, the minutes left. His jaw clenched, and another breath unfurled, long and slow, maintaining the semblance of calm they wandered within.
Drifting his sight back to Seren, he indulged in his habitual predator mannerism, a head tilt, studying, pondering. “Who were you thinking of?” The way she said something contorted through his Machiavellian mind, and his eyes narrowed briefly; perhaps it was only a justification of her upcoming measures, a courtesy, an announcement intended to appease the newfound Wardens – not that he wouldn’t be keeping them up to speed. “Would Ru and Noah take issue with this person?”
A snort rumbled from chest and nares as she reverently studied the bow. Content with the response, he nodded once more. “You are welcome,” before his glance went to her stance, to the ease in which she drew the string. She must have been practicing in Stormbreak, as it volleyed and rallied easily through the haze of smoke and fumes, decimating the gourd, and Deimos permitted it to float for a moment in some disastrous, comical folly, before releasing it to smack against the ground, splitting open. The star-wolves, though not tangible figments, seemed to enjoy their meal as well.
“Yes. We have used them before.” Before, before, before; a word with too many complexities driven into it. Better to form potential, rather than root himself in the past – forward motions, looking ahead. “Cookies. Muffins. Bread. Soup.” He could keep going, another light laugh billowing; and then by some way of amusements, began to spin several of the gourds who’d not yet fallen like their brethren – angrily fuming, vines dangling, so they ended up in some bright, orange, eerie circle, rotating around and around.
Drifting his sight back to Seren, he indulged in his habitual predator mannerism, a head tilt, studying, pondering. “Who were you thinking of?” The way she said something contorted through his Machiavellian mind, and his eyes narrowed briefly; perhaps it was only a justification of her upcoming measures, a courtesy, an announcement intended to appease the newfound Wardens – not that he wouldn’t be keeping them up to speed. “Would Ru and Noah take issue with this person?”
A snort rumbled from chest and nares as she reverently studied the bow. Content with the response, he nodded once more. “You are welcome,” before his glance went to her stance, to the ease in which she drew the string. She must have been practicing in Stormbreak, as it volleyed and rallied easily through the haze of smoke and fumes, decimating the gourd, and Deimos permitted it to float for a moment in some disastrous, comical folly, before releasing it to smack against the ground, splitting open. The star-wolves, though not tangible figments, seemed to enjoy their meal as well.
“Yes. We have used them before.” Before, before, before; a word with too many complexities driven into it. Better to form potential, rather than root himself in the past – forward motions, looking ahead. “Cookies. Muffins. Bread. Soup.” He could keep going, another light laugh billowing; and then by some way of amusements, began to spin several of the gourds who’d not yet fallen like their brethren – angrily fuming, vines dangling, so they ended up in some bright, orange, eerie circle, rotating around and around.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
