this is the reckoning
The cold wind against his face was a blessing; mired into flesh and fur with the tides of what they used to have. Not the same, but vestiges and shards, parallels and juxtapositions, and he was grateful for whatever assimilation of the frigid air he could savor. It urged him onward, as she made her leap, as she edged out in front, as she swept her antlers near.
He sneered and snorted, hackles raised in an amused demonstration of fangs and deliberation. Not to be outdone, he swayed off, veering the course slightly, winding around inlets of frozen little ponds. There was no end in sight, which was just as well for the beast, unfurling his rapid strides in quick unison, launching over another knoll again.
This time though, he permitted his paws to reach further into the snow – and plumes of flames darted out once more, receding just as quickly as they’d come, due to the cold, the melting substance below – but figured it’d be just enough to distract or deter. With a laugh or two nestled in between.
He sneered and snorted, hackles raised in an amused demonstration of fangs and deliberation. Not to be outdone, he swayed off, veering the course slightly, winding around inlets of frozen little ponds. There was no end in sight, which was just as well for the beast, unfurling his rapid strides in quick unison, launching over another knoll again.
This time though, he permitted his paws to reach further into the snow – and plumes of flames darted out once more, receding just as quickly as they’d come, due to the cold, the melting substance below – but figured it’d be just enough to distract or deter. With a laugh or two nestled in between.
DEIMOS
