Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The reveal of Danta suddenly made a lot more sense, and Deimos couldn’t help but snort, shaking his head as he began walking across the clearing, fully intent on chasing after the aforementioned screaming. “Good shift to have anyway,” figuring the Ancient would relish terrorizing hordes of individuals with the looming threat of his dragon presence alone. “I did, I was just heading that-,”Well, way, but his words died and cut off as his leg suddenly sunk into some quicksand moss, lying in wait beneath the plumes of flowers, leaves, dirt, and soil. “Ridiculous,” he murmured, rolling his eyes as he was snagged by the ground. Zuriel gave him a look from nearby, snorting, unimpressed, as he began to unfurl earthen incantations, intent on freeing himself, and Danta, should the Maverick find himself in the same set of snares.
