this is the reckoning
Too occupied by the hunt, by the rapacious, predatory, belligerent wake occupying his mind, there was barely room in his thoughts for anything else. He might’ve been able to hear pain or terror, he might’ve been able to reel in the notching of an arrow, a botched hit, but the clarity was lost, lost, lost. To enmity and hostility, to the depths of nefariousness, to the sinister edges and exploits he barely ever traversed any longer.
The bear moved too much and his teeth couldn’t grasp, couldn’t hold, and the air of frustration burned and seethed within his efforts. Claws found his shoulder, and bled into his sanction for a few moments, a varnishing of pain and torment that cut deep into fur and pelt and sinew, but gods, he didn’t care. It was in another rush, another movement, another rampage that he launched once more, twisting and turning to try and angle better, to snag at the ursine’s throat, to rip and tear and maim.
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Deimos gets hit by the bear’s claws and tries to go for its throat again.
The bear moved too much and his teeth couldn’t grasp, couldn’t hold, and the air of frustration burned and seethed within his efforts. Claws found his shoulder, and bled into his sanction for a few moments, a varnishing of pain and torment that cut deep into fur and pelt and sinew, but gods, he didn’t care. It was in another rush, another movement, another rampage that he launched once more, twisting and turning to try and angle better, to snag at the ursine’s throat, to rip and tear and maim.
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Deimos gets hit by the bear’s claws and tries to go for its throat again.
DEIMOS
