this is the reckoning
While Deimos held much more of a routine – simply based on scheduling purposes and means around Halo – that didn’t mean he was wholly predictable. Perhaps in the sense that there would be some chaotic balance, but with scores of opportunities, incantations, and shifts, the possibilities were endless in which modicum of bedlam would suffice. If he could utilize those semblances and actions to further educate another, then it had suited its purpose.
If he could amuse himself too, all the better.
Though Alys’ instruction today might’ve just been how to not unravel at the seams when one was frustrated. The beast swiveled his ears, catching the sound of her footfalls winding around patches of fire, and gave an inward chuckle.
Eventually, he loped towards the finish line, listening to Belial hoot and unfurl his feathers (Zuriel was still back at the start, continuing to graze, completely unbothered by the antics pervading the scenery). Turning back around, he gave the Abandoned an encouraging bark and another hound grin – purposefully antagonizing.
If he could amuse himself too, all the better.
Though Alys’ instruction today might’ve just been how to not unravel at the seams when one was frustrated. The beast swiveled his ears, catching the sound of her footfalls winding around patches of fire, and gave an inward chuckle.
Eventually, he loped towards the finish line, listening to Belial hoot and unfurl his feathers (Zuriel was still back at the start, continuing to graze, completely unbothered by the antics pervading the scenery). Turning back around, he gave the Abandoned an encouraging bark and another hound grin – purposefully antagonizing.
DEIMOS
