[SE] Bone dry

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us The predacious elements were nearly the same as the eagle’s, but in such massive quantities and qualities that it took a few moments not to sink into the carnivorous elements, to strike out against the world, the void, simply because he could. Adjustments in control, in the relishing of power all the more, beckoned through feathers and wings, and he breathed, easing in the predilections, until those too were recognizable - him, Sword and Reaper, coiled and contorted. He could hear the courier down below, and if birds could have snorted he would have done so, shaking his head and maneuvering onward, tracing the fabric of the skies with greater intensity and ease. At which the dragon apparently thought themselves high and mighty – and Deimos wasn’t a creature to back down from any sensation of goading. There could’ve been a warning traced there, but he twisted, turned, and then unfurled a pitch of his wings on a tremendous scale – intending to launch formidable wind and gusts and gales towards the dragon, and knock her askew in any version of flight. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left