DEIMOS
He wasn’t surprised to hear the hooves of Noah’s unicorn, nor the Forsaken himself, merely lifting his head from his current task, in a deep rumbling welcome. “Noah.” If the tone came out tired and fatigued, worn around the edges, then so be it; he couldn’t quite escape and evade the semblances for much longer. “Bandages and gauze for now,” which wasn’t all fanfare and whims; driven into necessities again and again. The rolls appeared in his hand, and then he added them into the parcels, dividing them up evenly for both shelter and infirmary.Meanwhile, Zuriel narrowed her eyes and was quite close to pinning her ears at the stallion, for no other reason except that she could. Deimos extended a treat to both just the same, pilfered from his pockets with a residual notion and vague smile. “Have you been to the Grounds yet?”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
