I carried my own ashes to the mountains
At the treat, Belial perked up, ears twisting and turning, but then his glance was towards Zuriel and Deimos alike, wary and uncertain. Truth be told, the peryton wasn’t often threatened – and tended to glorify in his own obnoxious nature. A hard-earned lesson, especially from friends. “Perhaps just toss it towards him for now,” Deimos considered, striving to meet the notions somewhere in the middle. If the deer wanted it, he’d saunter out and snag.
The other semblances slowly unraveled then, and his features turned all the more stoic. Such a quest must’ve been considerably difficult to bear, even if the end result was going to be renewed bonds and fixtures. He could recall Ru striving for a similar vein with Atlas, but it never transpiring – too many fateful things on that one evening. “I hope it turns out well for you,” he added, uncertain about the levels of revitalized pledges and compacts.
The springs made his spine rigid and unyielding again, and he glanced in the direction of the Fangs – mountains slowly eroded, open, and snagged. His jaw clenched, and kept everything to himself, the pressures of the ongoing strife never quite wearing away. “Thank you – after we finish with our current quest, I intend to do something about it.” But it would take time – an immense amount.
Zuriel’s head turned just then, and his own focus shifted with hers – for there was a void luxere herd, small but not insignificant, lingering on the horizon.
The other semblances slowly unraveled then, and his features turned all the more stoic. Such a quest must’ve been considerably difficult to bear, even if the end result was going to be renewed bonds and fixtures. He could recall Ru striving for a similar vein with Atlas, but it never transpiring – too many fateful things on that one evening. “I hope it turns out well for you,” he added, uncertain about the levels of revitalized pledges and compacts.
The springs made his spine rigid and unyielding again, and he glanced in the direction of the Fangs – mountains slowly eroded, open, and snagged. His jaw clenched, and kept everything to himself, the pressures of the ongoing strife never quite wearing away. “Thank you – after we finish with our current quest, I intend to do something about it.” But it would take time – an immense amount.
Zuriel’s head turned just then, and his own focus shifted with hers – for there was a void luxere herd, small but not insignificant, lingering on the horizon.
DEIMOS
