Deimos
Belial took the next opportunity to secure himself another place on the sled while they set about their work. Unaware of the other sudden amusements (he’d probably argue about being called prickly), he gave her a sidelong glance, and then snorted off, snagging at a longer log, lifting it along his shoulders with undaunted ease. Jerking his head once towards the unicorn listlessly drifting around (and probably avoiding physical labor), the rumble persisted as he dropped the timber into the vessel, and then repeated the motions. “You can put some on Zuriel too,” motioning to the saddlebags along the mare’s side, empty, as she grazed and picked along the leftover brambles and nettles.
Before long, through the use of either incantations, muscle, or invocations of such powers, the sled would be loaded up, ready to return to Halo. “I can shift when you are ready,” he called from the front, the draw of the wilderness contorting through his veins again.
Before long, through the use of either incantations, muscle, or invocations of such powers, the sled would be loaded up, ready to return to Halo. “I can shift when you are ready,” he called from the front, the draw of the wilderness contorting through his veins again.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
