[PQ] let go of the anchors

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

Perhaps it was the dramatics of the situation (though, Deimos thought, not wholly necessary), but a majority of the hunters finally got their precision and might in. One of Colt ’s arrows went directly into the ursur’s eye, leaving it not only enraged, but embittered with pain – swiping at its socket as the blood pooled and poured, and that unmistakable feeling of dread clung to the rocky surface.

It wouldn’t much matter, in the end, as long as they kept their wits about them. Koa, perhaps in panic, managed to put himself squarely between Sohalia and the ursur, but with the monster’s incensed movements, missed the punch. Sohalia ’s apprehension-laden throw seemed to do the trick though, slicing neatly into the bear’s right shoulder, leaving naught much for the birds or Deimos to pick off. It only took a gust of the air incantations to finish it.

And then ultimately, there were three carcasses, stretched out across the tundra’s terrain.

A long sigh filtered through, before he pushed a mountain of lectures aside. “Well done. This was some valuable experience,” he noted instead, fostering his stoicism rapidly across his features, already beginning to move downwards, intending to incinerate the beasts – their meat wouldn’t be any good. “Everyone all right? Zuriel can heal you if necessary,” to which the mare below snorted, tossing her haughty head. “I am going to burn these. You can help or check yourselves and your equipment over, then when we can be on our way.”

By now, of course, Belial had managed to retrieve the lasso, and playfully tossed it at Colt’s feet with a screech.

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And with that, all the ursurs are dead! Heal up, check over your equipment, or help Deimos burn the beasts!

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls