this is the reckoning
Silently, carefully, stealthily, the Sword shifted back into his hellhound form; something menacing, minatory, and full of predacious audacity. There were other options at his beck and call, the mighty grizzly, the thunderbird, the complexity of eagle or tiger, but the preference for something quiet and all-consuming leaned close in its familiarity. And so he waited, for any opportunity to maneuver and offer his own chance at bedlam.
He watched as the other mage’s illusions rounded along the corner of the boulder, towards the forefront of the young ursur. The makeshift luxere wobbled much like a newly born fawn, legs akimbo and struggling to remain upright, before the launching and leaping. Any such motions would catch attention, and the bear snorted, turning its head directly to newfound prey. It didn’t muster any thought process over how and why it had come to be directly below its nose, or meander without a scent – it represented opportunity. Food. Energy for the future.
So it grumbled, moving swiftly, quickly, to swipe its paw, but missed, and careened towards the boulder.
He watched as the other mage’s illusions rounded along the corner of the boulder, towards the forefront of the young ursur. The makeshift luxere wobbled much like a newly born fawn, legs akimbo and struggling to remain upright, before the launching and leaping. Any such motions would catch attention, and the bear snorted, turning its head directly to newfound prey. It didn’t muster any thought process over how and why it had come to be directly below its nose, or meander without a scent – it represented opportunity. Food. Energy for the future.
So it grumbled, moving swiftly, quickly, to swipe its paw, but missed, and careened towards the boulder.
DEIMOS
