The information circulated through while the metallic, blood held through the air – only a matter of time before they would have to make a manuever. It was Belial first to his mind though; the companion connection forming through his senses, relaying the darkness threading through the cave, until the peryton pinpointed in his silence, in his invisibility, the stalking presence within. An ursur, Deimos uttered, the clear warning within before he even had to relay the further nuances to Marcus. The leg it gnawed upon, once belonging to some semblance of a deer, had nothing to be prevailed upon to save. Get out of there, Marcus. We are heading towards Calypso.
His own carnivorous companion gave a hoot to the eagle, and cast back into the air too; obnoxious he might’ve been, but he knew it wasn’t worth his time, nor effort, to stare upon a beast that would maim him immediately. If they had to come back through, at least they knew danger lurked and leered close within.
Nodding towards Lyra, his long strides immediately unfurled in the sunstreak’s direction, fast, quick, but noticeable; his Stygian outset would be quickly spotted and seen by everyone alike. The dog’s questions were good ones, and hopefully they’d have some answers to salvage as the sled and soldiers followed close behind, a sharp bark threading through every so often.
Calypso would find the man, crouched behind the boulder as if he was striving to sink into the ground, utterly delirious, as if simply blinking at her was taking all his physical effort. ”Hello little one,” he murmured with a subtle wave, revealing a body cowering from the cold and a long streak of blood down the side of his jacket, along the ribcage. ”Come to pick me off too?”
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Marcus and Belial have found an ursur, while Calypso gets some information, and Deimos, Lyra, and the remaining crew are headed the man’s way!
His own carnivorous companion gave a hoot to the eagle, and cast back into the air too; obnoxious he might’ve been, but he knew it wasn’t worth his time, nor effort, to stare upon a beast that would maim him immediately. If they had to come back through, at least they knew danger lurked and leered close within.
Nodding towards Lyra, his long strides immediately unfurled in the sunstreak’s direction, fast, quick, but noticeable; his Stygian outset would be quickly spotted and seen by everyone alike. The dog’s questions were good ones, and hopefully they’d have some answers to salvage as the sled and soldiers followed close behind, a sharp bark threading through every so often.
Calypso would find the man, crouched behind the boulder as if he was striving to sink into the ground, utterly delirious, as if simply blinking at her was taking all his physical effort. ”Hello little one,” he murmured with a subtle wave, revealing a body cowering from the cold and a long streak of blood down the side of his jacket, along the ribcage. ”Come to pick me off too?”
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Marcus and Belial have found an ursur, while Calypso gets some information, and Deimos, Lyra, and the remaining crew are headed the man’s way!
Deimos
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