Deimos
The rush of snow and the shrieking were enough to cause his own bout of vengeful laughter, echoing over the boughs and probably causing more snow to fall if they hadn’t already relinquished their hold. Even as the attempt of rumbling and maneuvering beneath his feet contorted, he simply snagged and controlled within a moment, calming the erupting surface as though it hadn’t moved at all. Belial, on the other hand, completely enthralled with the motions, snagged at some of the snow in a breeze-by over Evie’s head, hooting loudly, delighted.
His eyes flickered back over to the now makeshift mound of Evergreen, powder, and whatever else was contained in the pile, chuckling again in a quieter stead as he began to pick off smaller branches from the nearest felled timber. She should’ve known better, but with the combined restlessness, dull proportions of the work, and diligent goading propositions, he’d grant her a moment to yield. Even nicely, politely, declining to undermine into another round. “Are you done?”
His eyes flickered back over to the now makeshift mound of Evergreen, powder, and whatever else was contained in the pile, chuckling again in a quieter stead as he began to pick off smaller branches from the nearest felled timber. She should’ve known better, but with the combined restlessness, dull proportions of the work, and diligent goading propositions, he’d grant her a moment to yield. Even nicely, politely, declining to undermine into another round. “Are you done?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
