and the only solution was to stand and fight
Damien shouldn’t be too offended, Zuriel didn’t like many to begin with – believing herself to be far grander, superior, and wiser than the masses – and having gone through multitudes alongside the Sword (especially in healing regards), she stood nearby, ears twitching back and forth as wood was felled and carted. Placing another portion of the timber within the sled, he snorted. “I have noticed – but Halo is not very kind to most.” To live in this world, individuals had to be tough, stalwart, steady, and not foolish; for as much as they’d built up their community of strong, enduring people, the unnecessary risks still got some in the end. “Thank you.”
Once they’d hauled the provisions into the vessel, there was another appearance amidst the rush and brush. His eyes went towards the juncture of movement, briefly annoyed Belial hadn’t bothered to alert (but then again, the peryton was easily distracted and drifting along the other side of the Greenwing). But when it appeared to be a luxere, he smiled; a softening of his features into some boyish decree, rather than the usual stoic, hardened portions.
Perhaps it would surprise Damien, but the Sword had no intention of hunting the creature. Instead, he opened his palm, unfurling an apple within from his Earth magic, and then threw it near the creature, waiting to see if it would take the fruit. “They used to protect us in the Hollowed Grounds, during LongNight,” hence his innate fondness; the glowing antlers and kindness something to let remain, rather than desecrate.
Once they’d hauled the provisions into the vessel, there was another appearance amidst the rush and brush. His eyes went towards the juncture of movement, briefly annoyed Belial hadn’t bothered to alert (but then again, the peryton was easily distracted and drifting along the other side of the Greenwing). But when it appeared to be a luxere, he smiled; a softening of his features into some boyish decree, rather than the usual stoic, hardened portions.
Perhaps it would surprise Damien, but the Sword had no intention of hunting the creature. Instead, he opened his palm, unfurling an apple within from his Earth magic, and then threw it near the creature, waiting to see if it would take the fruit. “They used to protect us in the Hollowed Grounds, during LongNight,” hence his innate fondness; the glowing antlers and kindness something to let remain, rather than desecrate.
DEIMOS
