Spending time with Deimos never failed to weigh heavily on the seer, if only because she could not take his burdens and help to lighten his load. She'd hoped that this would be a calm venture, devoid of any dramatics, but that didn't seem to be their fate. As the fyrhund appeared to growl at them, Deimos reacted first. Alys admired the way his emotions stayed level - no fear, no hesitation, just pure disdain - as he shot a wave of air at the fyrhund. For her part, she conjured her mastered illusion to create duplicates of Deimos - one to either side - hoping to confuse the fyrhund, if it survived the initial blast and chose to attack.
The creature was bombarded with air, a sharp whine cutting through the cavern as the element collided with dark hide. Severely injured, it snarled at Deimos - but it was also confused, it seemed, because its gaze flickered incessantly between the illusions and the real man. Gathering its strength, it lunged towards the illusion to the right - only for its teeth to click shut on empty air.
The creature was bombarded with air, a sharp whine cutting through the cavern as the element collided with dark hide. Severely injured, it snarled at Deimos - but it was also confused, it seemed, because its gaze flickered incessantly between the illusions and the real man. Gathering its strength, it lunged towards the illusion to the right - only for its teeth to click shut on empty air.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
