and the only solution was to stand and fight
The Sword’s attention and focus honed entirely on the breadth of the wilderness around them; listening for the shift of cloven feet through snow, to the wake of restless branches either peeled apart by the wind or monstrous, void-infested deer. The curls of breath flickering through the otherwise pale exterior of the earth. He knew the multitudes with him. They were experienced. They knew how to get the job accomplished.
Save for one.
Zuriel noticed her first, in the way all unicorns were uncanny and sharp. One glance towards the tree nearby was all it took for the mare’s eyes to narrow, for her head to tilt, then lift, taking in the unfamiliar scent, for the question flowing through her mind and ricocheting through his own.
His brow arched as his gaze broke away from the long, fleeting trail, and towards the timber where the stranger leaned and hid. A question flickered through and nearly disturbed the area, but then he recalled they were on a hunt, and the deep rumble of his tones would interrupt the process of waiting and watching.
Speculations were rampant, but fleeting still; no sooner had he turned away from the potential quarry did a series of whistles break out, and his sharpened stare segmented solely upon the clearing ahead, where long, dark legs broke through patches of rime.
Where luxere had always given them strength, these particular beasts only left ample amounts of dread and ferocity – enough to sting into hearts and heads nearby, as they small herd clustered closer and closer together. Deimos took a long, long inhale, before granting a nod to the nearest tracker, and they began to assemble the necessary means of action, quiet as possible. A movement of weapons, like bows and arrows, spears, or magic, sizzling on the pulse of others.
Save for one.
Zuriel noticed her first, in the way all unicorns were uncanny and sharp. One glance towards the tree nearby was all it took for the mare’s eyes to narrow, for her head to tilt, then lift, taking in the unfamiliar scent, for the question flowing through her mind and ricocheting through his own.
His brow arched as his gaze broke away from the long, fleeting trail, and towards the timber where the stranger leaned and hid. A question flickered through and nearly disturbed the area, but then he recalled they were on a hunt, and the deep rumble of his tones would interrupt the process of waiting and watching.
Speculations were rampant, but fleeting still; no sooner had he turned away from the potential quarry did a series of whistles break out, and his sharpened stare segmented solely upon the clearing ahead, where long, dark legs broke through patches of rime.
Where luxere had always given them strength, these particular beasts only left ample amounts of dread and ferocity – enough to sting into hearts and heads nearby, as they small herd clustered closer and closer together. Deimos took a long, long inhale, before granting a nod to the nearest tracker, and they began to assemble the necessary means of action, quiet as possible. A movement of weapons, like bows and arrows, spears, or magic, sizzling on the pulse of others.
DEIMOS
