this is the reckoning
Deimos could hear the bashing and crashing of boughs; snorted and then eventually released a loud chuckle that would’ve echoed from his chest were he in human form. Instead it resounded pleasantly within Attuned natures, while he followed and flickered after the trail. It eventually widened once more, as if many a small deer had utilized it for a path to water, for there was a frozen over stream, and then some vibrant plant life sticking out from the snow.
Without intending to, he ceased barreling to sniff and wander, nose lowered against the flattened exterior. No barrows, hills, or mounds to parade upon in these proportions, occasionally lifting his paw to then dig into the depths, attempting to unearth something simply by way of curiosity.
Then he formed another obnoxious idea in his head – and once it was there, it stuck, amongst and amidst all the other deviant plots. With the only warning being his amusement, he scraped away at the powdery surface again, but this time flung it in Cordelia’s direction.
Without intending to, he ceased barreling to sniff and wander, nose lowered against the flattened exterior. No barrows, hills, or mounds to parade upon in these proportions, occasionally lifting his paw to then dig into the depths, attempting to unearth something simply by way of curiosity.
Then he formed another obnoxious idea in his head – and once it was there, it stuck, amongst and amidst all the other deviant plots. With the only warning being his amusement, he scraped away at the powdery surface again, but this time flung it in Cordelia’s direction.
DEIMOS
