DEIMOS
They were not alone for long – he rarely was. The sound of another’s voice offering a greeting took hold of his attention for a moment, piercing eyes peeling away from the rustling canopy, to where Belial was hunting and stalking quite loudly. A few birds burst out of the nearest tree, but none of them were the one they sought, so there were intervals of pauses and bursts of gleeful noises as the peryton continued his search. His gaze pinpointed on a younger woman, stopped right in her tracks by who knew what (he’d presume the very noticeable and forthright compulsions of his bonded), but her presence didn’t interrupt his stance or stature. Still broad, still tall, still composed against the rock, looking every inch like he could’ve been a part of it the stonework.
He had no idea who she was – and the barest hint of familiarity only caused a slight furrowing of his brow, before they arched up again in a silent gesture of inquiry and curiosity. “Hello,” came the measured and clipped response, as Zuriel inched forward as well, her muzzle leaning over the arch of his shoulder. “My companion,” and he gestured with his jaw towards the timber, where more of the massive leaves continued to move and shake.
Belial chose that moment to introduce himself only by way of crashing through a piece of the bramble, black, obsidian wings extended, bounding off a nearby boulder, and then angling upwards again – brief and ridiculous all the same. “He is hunting,” and he shrugged by way of explanation – as if this was normal. His unicorn snorted, unbothered by the situation too.
With no notes yet to cast into his notebook, there was only the stranger left in the midst. His head tilted a fraction, feline in nature, the rumble of his vocals starting again. “I am Deimos. What brings you this way?”
He had no idea who she was – and the barest hint of familiarity only caused a slight furrowing of his brow, before they arched up again in a silent gesture of inquiry and curiosity. “Hello,” came the measured and clipped response, as Zuriel inched forward as well, her muzzle leaning over the arch of his shoulder. “My companion,” and he gestured with his jaw towards the timber, where more of the massive leaves continued to move and shake.
Belial chose that moment to introduce himself only by way of crashing through a piece of the bramble, black, obsidian wings extended, bounding off a nearby boulder, and then angling upwards again – brief and ridiculous all the same. “He is hunting,” and he shrugged by way of explanation – as if this was normal. His unicorn snorted, unbothered by the situation too.
With no notes yet to cast into his notebook, there was only the stranger left in the midst. His head tilted a fraction, feline in nature, the rumble of his vocals starting again. “I am Deimos. What brings you this way?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
