Deimos
The approval invoked and incensed Belial to his animated proportions, and Deimos nodded, permitting the peryton to fly off. The raptorial creature, utterly delighted by being permitted to irritate the local birds, streamlined in sight, allowing for both grounded individuals to watch as he soared, rotated, and sniffed the air, a Stygian blur over the tops of snow-covered roofs. “He is showing off,” Deimos murmured, with an arch of his brow and a shake of his head, attention deviating from his companion and to Kiada in a back and forth melee, watching for any notions she’d require an onslaught of fire.
But Belial wasted no time – and with an aggressive, irritating screech, cast his sights upon some ningo casually resting on a neighbor’s covering. No sooner had he called out did they take off – awakened – and he began to herd them directly towards the Sword’s domicile; granting Kiada ample opportunities with the miniature flock of three to cast an appropriate hunting response.
But Belial wasted no time – and with an aggressive, irritating screech, cast his sights upon some ningo casually resting on a neighbor’s covering. No sooner had he called out did they take off – awakened – and he began to herd them directly towards the Sword’s domicile; granting Kiada ample opportunities with the miniature flock of three to cast an appropriate hunting response.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
