DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
A low rumble of frustration echoed in his nuances as the cat found itself incapable of escaping, truly evading the vines. No matter how much he scraped and tore away at the tree, it wouldn’t matter if the predator couldn’t leave on its own – and truthfully, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of Juniper getting snagged and caught again either. A part of him was sorely tempted to set the whole god damned thing on fire, but that would be reaching into far more juvenile tendencies than he’d like to admit.
“We can try that,” he nodded, jaw clenching, brows furrowing in a manner of obvious distaste. “If it does not work,” for he had no intention of risking the Fae any more than she was willing, “I could attempt to lift it out with my Air magic.” It was the dual lined edges, but perhaps Juniper would be quick enough, fierce enough, and they wouldn’t have to worry. “If the cat fights you, do not risk yourself.” And he sent a calming, balming disposition towards the animal, in hopes that some Attuned nature would keep it from scrambling and lashing with claws out of fear or desperation.
Thereafter, he started again with the Earthen wares, orchestrating tactics of pulling branches back, of fending them away from the feral beast.
“We can try that,” he nodded, jaw clenching, brows furrowing in a manner of obvious distaste. “If it does not work,” for he had no intention of risking the Fae any more than she was willing, “I could attempt to lift it out with my Air magic.” It was the dual lined edges, but perhaps Juniper would be quick enough, fierce enough, and they wouldn’t have to worry. “If the cat fights you, do not risk yourself.” And he sent a calming, balming disposition towards the animal, in hopes that some Attuned nature would keep it from scrambling and lashing with claws out of fear or desperation.
Thereafter, he started again with the Earthen wares, orchestrating tactics of pulling branches back, of fending them away from the feral beast.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
