Deimos
For whatever reason, Belial seemed in no hurry to go. He pouted and dragged his toes along the top of one of the dragon’s heads, clearly intending to take his sweet time, and perhaps in any other circumstances, Deimos might let him. It felt like a seditious little moment for a carnivorous deer to prance his way across sacred gates and places where he, and so many others, would’ve been captured, snagged, and mauled.
But a long sigh went through him instead of any encouragement of rebellious tendencies, and had another not approached and spoken his name, he probably would’ve snagged at the companion, tucked him under his arm, and off they would’ve gone. Instead, the Sword’s attention went straight to the Dragoon – Zavien – turning his form and nodding at the greeting. From what he could recall of his brief meeting with the man, he’d been kind enough, if a little exuberant; reminding him of a large dog, or the multitudes of younger soldiers in Halo’s barracks. “My companion enjoys your gates.” The peryton hooted loud and obnoxiously, and Deimos put on a rather forced, fake grin. “Otherwise, I was just trading void information.”
His brows furrowed at the insinuation though, and a prompt snort flickered through his chest. “Depends. Still working with a sword?”
But a long sigh went through him instead of any encouragement of rebellious tendencies, and had another not approached and spoken his name, he probably would’ve snagged at the companion, tucked him under his arm, and off they would’ve gone. Instead, the Sword’s attention went straight to the Dragoon – Zavien – turning his form and nodding at the greeting. From what he could recall of his brief meeting with the man, he’d been kind enough, if a little exuberant; reminding him of a large dog, or the multitudes of younger soldiers in Halo’s barracks. “My companion enjoys your gates.” The peryton hooted loud and obnoxiously, and Deimos put on a rather forced, fake grin. “Otherwise, I was just trading void information.”
His brows furrowed at the insinuation though, and a prompt snort flickered through his chest. “Depends. Still working with a sword?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
