and the only solution was to stand and fight
In other worlds, Deimos hadn’t had much to do with companions either – his magic in Helovia assured no one would be getting close to him – but here, they’d become a part of his soul. Without Zuriel, he would’ve been dead many times over, and Belial had been another portion of scrutiny and capability, despite his raucous demeanor. Nowadays he couldn’t fathom dawns and twilights without them, far beyond what he’d ever been anywhere else.
Damien’s curiosity about the peryton seemed particular, though Deimos wouldn’t comment on it. Carnivorous deer weren’t wholly common elements in. many circumstances. “He listens, most of the time,” he shrugged, as if that were par for the course with the creature’s personality. “He is an extra set of eyes, very protective, loyal. I can trust him to watch over my family or assist in hunts.” In shifts, between Evie’s Micah and his own duo, they could alternate and ensure Erebos always had someone surveying him.
Though the subject of monsters remained, and he halted in his movements, having gone over to scratch Zuriel’s withers and pick through any tangled mane from the wind. Facing off against Halo’s beasts wasn’t a small feat – they certainly had formidable cretins lurking amidst tundra expanses – but a lack of sufficient armaments would have to be considered and resolved. He didn’t want any incidents again, like with Colt whipping out a lasso in hopes of snagging a tusked bear. “Good.” And at least Damien was willing to embark upon that. “We do have some weapons in the guild hall and the barracks, should you want something plain, but efficient. Gods could always enhance something for you.” Nodding his head, he considered the offer snagged and taken. “Then consider yourself a part of the guild. I will likely be taking some of the newer recruits elsewhere in Deepfrost,” as Halo itself would be bombarded with the colder depths of the harsher season. “If you would be interested in testing your skills.”
Damien’s curiosity about the peryton seemed particular, though Deimos wouldn’t comment on it. Carnivorous deer weren’t wholly common elements in. many circumstances. “He listens, most of the time,” he shrugged, as if that were par for the course with the creature’s personality. “He is an extra set of eyes, very protective, loyal. I can trust him to watch over my family or assist in hunts.” In shifts, between Evie’s Micah and his own duo, they could alternate and ensure Erebos always had someone surveying him.
Though the subject of monsters remained, and he halted in his movements, having gone over to scratch Zuriel’s withers and pick through any tangled mane from the wind. Facing off against Halo’s beasts wasn’t a small feat – they certainly had formidable cretins lurking amidst tundra expanses – but a lack of sufficient armaments would have to be considered and resolved. He didn’t want any incidents again, like with Colt whipping out a lasso in hopes of snagging a tusked bear. “Good.” And at least Damien was willing to embark upon that. “We do have some weapons in the guild hall and the barracks, should you want something plain, but efficient. Gods could always enhance something for you.” Nodding his head, he considered the offer snagged and taken. “Then consider yourself a part of the guild. I will likely be taking some of the newer recruits elsewhere in Deepfrost,” as Halo itself would be bombarded with the colder depths of the harsher season. “If you would be interested in testing your skills.”
DEIMOS
