DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
There were one or two breaths of stillness, of nothing but the falls drumming over cliffs, of naught but the residual echoes of water crashing, descending, into an abyss –
And hollowed, carved back out, paws on stone and ground that were not his own. Prey would have instantly fled, back into the confines and sanctity of the earth around it. But he was no such animal, no such being; even if he’d recently had to escape the wake of his own home. There were powers and persuasions to consider – the armaments stored and fueled in his body, the properties and abilities stored in his presence. If it were another animal, a creature, he could compel them away. If it were a monster, there’d be other circumstances to consider. The calculations curled, contorted, coiled, in rapid relay, and he broke his own stillness to counteract the curiosity.
He flicked an ear, but didn’t lower his great head, his skull inclining in the direction of the noise. The piercing blue eyes fixed directly on another tiger – markings, hues, and colorations different from his own, but very much the same prowess, the similar entity. Face to face with another carnivore, another raptorial denizen, left some other particulars off by the wayside, and as he deliberated, the voice caught tethers in his mind.
The Attuned bond might’ve pervaded his surprise, incapable of drawing those lines back while the expressions and inquiries lanced through. His eyes widened substantially, before narrowing back into their feline parameters, and the edges caught fragments of what might’ve been familiar. Yes came on a deep rumble, and the puzzle of complexities stoked further. Giving his name around these parts may have been a dangerous stretch – having marked and chiseled his way into multitudes of foes instead of friends. There was a brief moment of apprehension in his machinations, before extending his name, waiting for the inevitable. Deimos. His ears curved inward, then turned again, intending to catch and snare. And you?
And hollowed, carved back out, paws on stone and ground that were not his own. Prey would have instantly fled, back into the confines and sanctity of the earth around it. But he was no such animal, no such being; even if he’d recently had to escape the wake of his own home. There were powers and persuasions to consider – the armaments stored and fueled in his body, the properties and abilities stored in his presence. If it were another animal, a creature, he could compel them away. If it were a monster, there’d be other circumstances to consider. The calculations curled, contorted, coiled, in rapid relay, and he broke his own stillness to counteract the curiosity.
He flicked an ear, but didn’t lower his great head, his skull inclining in the direction of the noise. The piercing blue eyes fixed directly on another tiger – markings, hues, and colorations different from his own, but very much the same prowess, the similar entity. Face to face with another carnivore, another raptorial denizen, left some other particulars off by the wayside, and as he deliberated, the voice caught tethers in his mind.
The Attuned bond might’ve pervaded his surprise, incapable of drawing those lines back while the expressions and inquiries lanced through. His eyes widened substantially, before narrowing back into their feline parameters, and the edges caught fragments of what might’ve been familiar. Yes came on a deep rumble, and the puzzle of complexities stoked further. Giving his name around these parts may have been a dangerous stretch – having marked and chiseled his way into multitudes of foes instead of friends. There was a brief moment of apprehension in his machinations, before extending his name, waiting for the inevitable. Deimos. His ears curved inward, then turned again, intending to catch and snare. And you?
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
