and the only solution was to stand and fight
If they were immersed in any other angles and motivations, Deimos might have continued on parallels of cheekiness and amusements, but there was hunting and destruction to take place. So they set about in bright colors (it would make Elizabeth easy to spot, at the very least) and keen ambitions, aiming to ensure Halo didn’t suffer the same consequences as other regions. “We can meet back at the boulder,” pointing to one massive rock stalwart and bound to the inlet of clear water.
From there, they could set off in their searches. And though it may not have taken such firm roots here, it was clear the void had still struck and endeavored. From Belial’s grand heights, he’d hoot and holler far above the rest of them, catching sight of blackened and purple fur from a distance by one of the unfolding rivers.
Hotaru and her half-shifted falcon eyes would catch an abundance from a far distance, mostly the nastier version of frostblooms digging into the soil, and voidweaver spiders tucked alongside, as if brethren in arms.
Elizabeth sought information along the shallower portions of the river, and would find distinct footprints of a bear – likely ursur, though it’d be difficult to tell if it was infected or not at this juncture.
Deimos shifted entirely into his hellhound manifestations, and with Zuriel tracing behind him, trailed after scents – the ursur here, the foxes there, until something else cryptic and enigmatic lingered, and he glared into the pockets of snow, as if waiting to see what appeared.
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The group has found some things! Either meet up at the boulder or continue to explore! No post order!
From there, they could set off in their searches. And though it may not have taken such firm roots here, it was clear the void had still struck and endeavored. From Belial’s grand heights, he’d hoot and holler far above the rest of them, catching sight of blackened and purple fur from a distance by one of the unfolding rivers.
Hotaru and her half-shifted falcon eyes would catch an abundance from a far distance, mostly the nastier version of frostblooms digging into the soil, and voidweaver spiders tucked alongside, as if brethren in arms.
Deimos shifted entirely into his hellhound manifestations, and with Zuriel tracing behind him, trailed after scents – the ursur here, the foxes there, until something else cryptic and enigmatic lingered, and he glared into the pockets of snow, as if waiting to see what appeared.
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The group has found some things! Either meet up at the boulder or continue to explore! No post order!
DEIMOS
