and the only solution was to stand and fight
Deimos, no matter which form he occupied, always deigned to be efficient. Methodical. Competent. He didn’t have time to foolishly chase down prey because he’d been rash or impulsive; actions were concocted, then unfurled, potent, lethal, and dangerous, or merely contorted for the best, optimal outcome. It was much the same for the list and litany of operations he had to conduct daily – so even spare moments weren’t dragged into imprudent, unreasonable efforts.
Once he’d dragged the doe over, he shifted, utilizing his raw strength to place her amidst the pile of logs on the sled. “Thank you. Yours looked quick.” From what he’d seen anyway – shot, done in, nothing fanciful or ridiculous, like he’d seen from many across the years and regions. Tying his deer down amidst the timber, his eyes shifted from the task, to Belial, who was already screeching something at Zuriel. “He does. Perytons are carnivorous deer.” Perhaps, in warning, to not be alarmed if he ever saw the companion munching upon portions of meat. “He bonded with me after I caught him eating his way through a flock of ningo.” Shaking his head, in either fondness or exasperation, he snagged at some treats in his pockets, tossing them towards both – the peryton launched instantly, snagging at it in the snow, while the unicorn maintained her dignified poise.
Returning to ensure the rest of the ropes were secured, he arched his brow at Damien’s response – quietly amused, tucking the grin inward. “I suppose. You were quite capable.” But that had been prey running away, and the things they faced would be different. “Have you had much experience with monsters?”
Once he’d dragged the doe over, he shifted, utilizing his raw strength to place her amidst the pile of logs on the sled. “Thank you. Yours looked quick.” From what he’d seen anyway – shot, done in, nothing fanciful or ridiculous, like he’d seen from many across the years and regions. Tying his deer down amidst the timber, his eyes shifted from the task, to Belial, who was already screeching something at Zuriel. “He does. Perytons are carnivorous deer.” Perhaps, in warning, to not be alarmed if he ever saw the companion munching upon portions of meat. “He bonded with me after I caught him eating his way through a flock of ningo.” Shaking his head, in either fondness or exasperation, he snagged at some treats in his pockets, tossing them towards both – the peryton launched instantly, snagging at it in the snow, while the unicorn maintained her dignified poise.
Returning to ensure the rest of the ropes were secured, he arched his brow at Damien’s response – quietly amused, tucking the grin inward. “I suppose. You were quite capable.” But that had been prey running away, and the things they faced would be different. “Have you had much experience with monsters?”
DEIMOS
