Deimos
Some days it was easy to forget. But the Grounds had been foundation lines of so many things, from Ascended platitudes, Outlander attitudes, heartache and loss, to the way sedition spurned in his bones at the mere mention of some long-gone dictators. His eyes swept away from the arches and vines of the labyrinth, scaling upwards towards the hill, in some urge to simply strive above and gaze at other things, grateful Sah didn’t ask any more. Reliving past traumas hadn’t been on his mind for activities today.
But the inquiry gave him pause, and he stopped to lift his head higher, taking it in. “Perhaps. Give me a moment.” And seconds later, after placing his bag down, the hybrid shifted to his hellhound reaches, nose to the wind, far more keen at scents than any human form. Snagging at his satchel so it’d be held in his teeth, he rampaged forward, intending to give chase to the particular aroma.
But the inquiry gave him pause, and he stopped to lift his head higher, taking it in. “Perhaps. Give me a moment.” And seconds later, after placing his bag down, the hybrid shifted to his hellhound reaches, nose to the wind, far more keen at scents than any human form. Snagging at his satchel so it’d be held in his teeth, he rampaged forward, intending to give chase to the particular aroma.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
