In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame It was likely a good idea Elizabeth withheld the impulse to touch the unicorn; the mare would’ve had much to say on the matter. Instead, the haughty, regal natured being raised her nose and drifted closer to Deimos, elongating strides as they pressed onward towards the first house. Belial, energetic and ridiculous, also sauntered overhead before immediately divebombing into the back of the sled, fangs glinting in an obnoxious attempt to gain the other Abandoned’s attention (or some treats). The Sword snorted at both, half-tempted to kick the peryton out of the sled. “I have had Zuriel for a number of years. I saved her from a landshark, she saved my arm.” Memories of the day had a particular threshold; nearly dying in the Spire, crawling his way towards a shrine to ensure Safrin could assist in the activities left behind, a unicorn racing across the fields…he shrugged as if it was not a large event, when it had been life altering in multitudes. Belial, however, was a different story entirely. Pointing back at the carnivorous deer, who was now chasing his own tail, the Warden shook his head. “Belial a couple winters. Heard screaming in the middle of the night. It was him.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace