I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Belial wasn’t known to be a cautious individual; but things changed when arrows had been pinpointed upon one’s frame. He lingered around Zuriel’s long legs for several moments, before cautiously darting outward and snagging at the treat, and running back – munching on it quietly to test its potency. Deimos shrugged; figuring it’d be something he’d either have to get it over or learn how to deal with.
With the silence from Alys, the Warden wasn’t certain what else to say – but then again, his attention needed to be focused on the darker shades of antlers further ahead. Alarmingly different from their regular counterparts, these cretins were something to fear, and provided no hope whatsoever. “They tend to be aggressive in these forms,” he rumbled, eyes on the horizon as they maneuvered. Should they opt to come for them, the Sword would simply take them out – a ferocious destruction of life – but they were no good to him, his citizens, or his friends. “But if we do not alarm them, perhaps they will move on.” Which was why he kept a silent warning mainly to the peryton – Zuriel knew better than to act rashly.
With the silence from Alys, the Warden wasn’t certain what else to say – but then again, his attention needed to be focused on the darker shades of antlers further ahead. Alarmingly different from their regular counterparts, these cretins were something to fear, and provided no hope whatsoever. “They tend to be aggressive in these forms,” he rumbled, eyes on the horizon as they maneuvered. Should they opt to come for them, the Sword would simply take them out – a ferocious destruction of life – but they were no good to him, his citizens, or his friends. “But if we do not alarm them, perhaps they will move on.” Which was why he kept a silent warning mainly to the peryton – Zuriel knew better than to act rashly.
DEIMOS
