It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
On a list of things to accomplish for the day, Deimos had set out in the early morning to glide over the Bay, thunderbird wings extended on chills and the vague thermal rising up out of the sea. Otherwise, he devised portions out of his own power, moving and maneuvering along the wind with nothing more than determination set in his brow and intentions clear. When his gaze honed in on the darkened pieces of the shore, he dove, long, sleek body unbothered, before finally descending upon the blackened sand, shifting back into his normal, calm, and composed figure.
Belial followed soon after, the peryton quiet for once on their scouting expedition. Trailing alongside rather than above, the Sword didn’t want to set any precedence or alarm, even a hint that they were nearby, in case the animal they were tracking caught the slightest indication of their presence. He gave a long, then sharp exhale, before long strides made indentations in the dunes; pondering whether it’d be an easier inclination to draw his invisibility cloak over them, or merely go forth, maul the beast once they found it. Instead though, he wrinkled his nose, narrowed his gaze, and moved towards the icier edges, boots and strides making quick, light work; but upon one step, he heard a crack in the formation, some yards and distance away – evidence they weren’t alone.
Belial followed soon after, the peryton quiet for once on their scouting expedition. Trailing alongside rather than above, the Sword didn’t want to set any precedence or alarm, even a hint that they were nearby, in case the animal they were tracking caught the slightest indication of their presence. He gave a long, then sharp exhale, before long strides made indentations in the dunes; pondering whether it’d be an easier inclination to draw his invisibility cloak over them, or merely go forth, maul the beast once they found it. Instead though, he wrinkled his nose, narrowed his gaze, and moved towards the icier edges, boots and strides making quick, light work; but upon one step, he heard a crack in the formation, some yards and distance away – evidence they weren’t alone.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
