They arrived on wings and paws, though Deimos did tilt his head curiously at Lyra, curious and inquiring in all the impending chaos – before she offered the greeting. Snorting, he granted a slight canine smile, before nodding at Marcus and Calypso, the motivation behind the meeting already flickering back into the forefront. Hello and thank you for coming. We are going to try and locate a team of four hunters. Turning his head towards the Tundra out in the distance, he jutted his jawline in the direction of a large, rocky outcropping, before it flattened back into residual flattened surfaces and endless piles of snow. They were heading in that direction to track some luxere, but clearly hadn’t returned. Last seen yesterday morning.
Gesturing to one of the soldiers nearby, the individual pulled out several articles of clothing supplied by the family members of the four. I figured we can try and track the scents, and those of us can fly, he motioned towards Marcus’ current form, and Belial, as the peryton roamed restlessly near the Sword’s long tail, Can scout from above as we try to find the trail.
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Smell the clothing and decide whether to go by land or air!
Gesturing to one of the soldiers nearby, the individual pulled out several articles of clothing supplied by the family members of the four. I figured we can try and track the scents, and those of us can fly, he motioned towards Marcus’ current form, and Belial, as the peryton roamed restlessly near the Sword’s long tail, Can scout from above as we try to find the trail.
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Smell the clothing and decide whether to go by land or air!
Deimos
we're all killers
