DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Watching the dolphins as they seemed relatively unbothered with his presence (or perhaps, hadn’t noticed him yet), his eyes sharpened through the haze thereafter, swinging to where Belial had caught the scent, then the semblance of dual movements in the underbrush. Senses intermingled through bonded minds, and he withheld a snort as recognition dawned – not expecting to come upon the Seer amidst the folds of the Oerwoud.
The peryton announced their presence well in advance though, much to Zuriel’s consternation, hooting and hollering as he dove downwards through the foggy emblems. He’d emerge near the Fateweaver and ursur, quite proud and pleased with himself, but Deimos shook his head, permitting a loud rumble to exude from his own presence, hands cupped around in case she couldn’t catch the reverberations through the fog. “We are over by the rocks if you want to join us.”
The peryton announced their presence well in advance though, much to Zuriel’s consternation, hooting and hollering as he dove downwards through the foggy emblems. He’d emerge near the Fateweaver and ursur, quite proud and pleased with himself, but Deimos shook his head, permitting a loud rumble to exude from his own presence, hands cupped around in case she couldn’t catch the reverberations through the fog. “We are over by the rocks if you want to join us.”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
