this is the reckoning
The illusion faded, the bear faltered in confusion, and Deimos made his move.
Silent, stealthy, intentions clear so he didn’t disturb the herd, hackles raised and fire blazed between the pads of his paws, igniting a molten precision leading the art of intimidation to the forefront. Indifferent to the way the ursur’s eyes widened, he advanced upon the young creature, rampant and deadly, treacherous, full of warnings, compulsion, and commands. No words were necessary as he progressed, massive form bearing down on the other creature, as if it had stumbled into the wake of demolition, destruction, and was unknowingly facing down its potential death.
Even if it had wanted that unfortunately (gone?) fawn, a hasty retreat was in order; and it began to back away in haste, turning tail, clambering another way entirely.
Silent, stealthy, intentions clear so he didn’t disturb the herd, hackles raised and fire blazed between the pads of his paws, igniting a molten precision leading the art of intimidation to the forefront. Indifferent to the way the ursur’s eyes widened, he advanced upon the young creature, rampant and deadly, treacherous, full of warnings, compulsion, and commands. No words were necessary as he progressed, massive form bearing down on the other creature, as if it had stumbled into the wake of demolition, destruction, and was unknowingly facing down its potential death.
Even if it had wanted that unfortunately (gone?) fawn, a hasty retreat was in order; and it began to back away in haste, turning tail, clambering another way entirely.
DEIMOS
