Deimos could be many things, but complacent wasn’t one of them. There were too many things to be done – and whether that laid in creative designs, tools of the trade, sedition, or unrelenting, driven aspects across regional divides, he stuck to it. The setbacks Halo had experienced bit at him still; and he, amidst all the others, fully intended to do something about all of it. Even in rest and recovery from their latest expedition, he was still out and about, combing through the winter scenes, amidst the intrepid, undaunted folds of their wilderness. Nor was he bothered when Iskra didn’t take the offer readily – shrugging his shoulders and leaving it up for grabs whenever. He searched too, something casual and mindless, rather than a constant influx of machinations and calculations.
Though between Goose’s raised alarm, Belial took flight, and all the ease of the day slipped away from him. His frame became a tense, walled figure, immediately contemplating and considering the best option. He could easily shift into several recalled beasts and fend it off with electricity or fire; or simply varnish it away with Air enchantments until it was rendered into nothing.
But then it just kept sauntering through, lumbering along, acting as though they weren’t even there. Puzzled, but still not letting his guard down, he snorted. “Not sure if I should be offended.” But not gaining its attention was suitable too, and it certainly made enough of a racket as it carried through. Rolling his eyes, he continued to use lower tones, in case it opted to change its mind, for a more teachable moment. “Anyone ever tell you what magic works best on the void nonsense?”
Though between Goose’s raised alarm, Belial took flight, and all the ease of the day slipped away from him. His frame became a tense, walled figure, immediately contemplating and considering the best option. He could easily shift into several recalled beasts and fend it off with electricity or fire; or simply varnish it away with Air enchantments until it was rendered into nothing.
But then it just kept sauntering through, lumbering along, acting as though they weren’t even there. Puzzled, but still not letting his guard down, he snorted. “Not sure if I should be offended.” But not gaining its attention was suitable too, and it certainly made enough of a racket as it carried through. Rolling his eyes, he continued to use lower tones, in case it opted to change its mind, for a more teachable moment. “Anyone ever tell you what magic works best on the void nonsense?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
