[PQ] Whitebrim Waystation

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Sleeves already turned up his forearms due to the proximity of effort, despite any lingering cold, the Sword wiped a sheen of sweat from the back of his neck, surveying the work before him. Not his finest hour, to which he narrowed his eyes – maybe he’d been doing too much all at once, and it had affected his efforts. Or, there was something else lingering just beyond, and it would only take a few instances more before it was upon them. Sure enough, no sooner had he meandered up the stairs, checking and rechecking to ensure the structure was sound, Tal’s voice, with urgent notice, rounded along the building. A long sigh unfurled, because why wouldn’t there be another ursur, and stepping over the one he’d left in the middle of the floor, he sauntered out to deal with the latest. Not in the mood to deal with this latest dilemma for any prolonged amount of time (they had enough to do within the enclosure), he frowned, glancing towards where the bear was lingering. “I can shift,” he announced to the others, and did so readily – going out ahead as the thunderbird, full of predacious and carnivorous efforts. And upon sight of the creature, didn’t even bother with warnings. Safe from his point in the sky, within a moment, he’d stretched, unfurled his wings, and pinpointed his stare straight upon the nuisance – intending to shoot lightning from his gaze and onto the beast. Perhaps Halo would have fresh bear meat that evening. -- Deimos shifts into a Thunderbird and attempts to shoot the ursur with his ability. Thunderbird Ability | Can shoot lightning (mastered) from its eyes, and can create the roar of thunder with the beat of its wings. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left