DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Travels extended to Torchline now, with the inclination of Noah’s sudden disappearance and mysteries, enigmas, surrounding the manifested unknown. A deeper, unsettled filament curled between his bones, and once he and Cordelia had agreed on a future meeting spot, the beast extended his motions into the wake of a world he’d once been banished from, and cherished all the same.
The water brought him back to too many things – old worlds and old lives, the echoing sound and throng of gulls pierced into his void again, and he wandered after their telltale vestiges as the sea cast its way into something unfamiliar. Tiger eyes glanced at the outset of the cavern, at the way the powerful water had carved and whittled its own niche and pathways. Belial followed suit, but Zuriel stayed at the front of the aperture, clearly distinguished in her sagacity.
He lifted his feline nose at the entrance, and the peryton obliged in much the same – though both noted they were not alone. A narrowing of his feline gaze, a reflection in the darkness, and he could make out the clarity of a panther; immediately hoping it wasn’t Sunjata. Hello, the Sword rumbled, by way of distinction, no threat administered – his usual predacious self still and quiet in the midst. He tilted his head, ears twitching back and forth, as echoes of movements, claws, and fangs seemed to launch, wondering if he’d interrupted a hunt.
The water brought him back to too many things – old worlds and old lives, the echoing sound and throng of gulls pierced into his void again, and he wandered after their telltale vestiges as the sea cast its way into something unfamiliar. Tiger eyes glanced at the outset of the cavern, at the way the powerful water had carved and whittled its own niche and pathways. Belial followed suit, but Zuriel stayed at the front of the aperture, clearly distinguished in her sagacity.
He lifted his feline nose at the entrance, and the peryton obliged in much the same – though both noted they were not alone. A narrowing of his feline gaze, a reflection in the darkness, and he could make out the clarity of a panther; immediately hoping it wasn’t Sunjata. Hello, the Sword rumbled, by way of distinction, no threat administered – his usual predacious self still and quiet in the midst. He tilted his head, ears twitching back and forth, as echoes of movements, claws, and fangs seemed to launch, wondering if he’d interrupted a hunt.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
