DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Not put out by the cub’s sudden directional change, he snorted, remaining on the floor, seeing if he could tempt him back with more prey endeavors of the string. Minute pauses, before amplified, panicked motions, quick jerks back and forth, before watching Evie’s cutting motions, and then the subsequent mashing. There was a joke somewhere in between his teeth and tongue, lodged there for a moment or two, before he opted to release it anyway. “Not out of your novels I hope,” with a wrinkle to his nose, making space and room for her to sit by him.
At least the cub would have ample places to venture under their watchful eyes, even if it was merely the kitchen. Intentionally brushing his shoulder against hers, his gaze meandered back to the jaguar, intending to see if it would take the fish, or if there was going to be need for another, additional preference. Ningo could be enticing, and there was always plenty in supply. “Micah sounds nice. Try it out.” His jaw jutted towards the newfound companion, for her to tie one more knot into the newfound threads.
At least the cub would have ample places to venture under their watchful eyes, even if it was merely the kitchen. Intentionally brushing his shoulder against hers, his gaze meandered back to the jaguar, intending to see if it would take the fish, or if there was going to be need for another, additional preference. Ningo could be enticing, and there was always plenty in supply. “Micah sounds nice. Try it out.” His jaw jutted towards the newfound companion, for her to tie one more knot into the newfound threads.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
