As Erebos chose his spot, Deimos deliberately grabbed hold of the youth’s jacket, ensuring the lad could shimmy outwards without fear of falling in. As the water babbled and drew into the jar, another sound came across the horizon though; and the Sword stilled instantly, body and form a sudden unyielding thing. “Do not move or make a sound,” he whispered – eyes narrowing as he spotted the ursur roaming far off in the distance. A number of calculations reeled through his mind; but the first and foremost would be the protection of his son. Thoughts roamed from a series of plots and machinations in immediate range: he could drop the invisibility cloak on the boy, shield, fight, have Belial cause a distraction –
And then the bear seemed to hasten off, and he loosened a long, long breath from his lungs. The peaceful ambience had been distorted and contorted for him, senses on high alert, eyes roaming, adjusting to Attuned properties in order to catch any other living thing moving across the leagues of snow and greenery. The peryton made an apologetic sound from above; as he clearly hadn’t warned them, or seen it on his own.
Jaw clenching, he sighed again. “Sorry,” he uttered to his son, perhaps only a little grateful that this life lesson came with passing threats.
And then the bear seemed to hasten off, and he loosened a long, long breath from his lungs. The peaceful ambience had been distorted and contorted for him, senses on high alert, eyes roaming, adjusting to Attuned properties in order to catch any other living thing moving across the leagues of snow and greenery. The peryton made an apologetic sound from above; as he clearly hadn’t warned them, or seen it on his own.
Jaw clenching, he sighed again. “Sorry,” he uttered to his son, perhaps only a little grateful that this life lesson came with passing threats.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
