[SE] For all of us

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Belial stretched his wings, unbothered by the rain and its potential screaming; the Bay a place for him to dive, dip, and flicker around as he burnt energy off. Deimos shook his head at the peryton’s antics, but preferred the unfurling of rampant fervency here and now, rather than all over the house with Erebos and his frost fox close behind, while trying to take care of multitudes of things before the baby’s arrival. Then they could return, focus on some painting of the nursery, and settle in. But the fanged companion gave off another hoot and holler, gaze sweeping headlong towards a recognizable figure along the chiseled ice thriving out of the ocean’s depths. Deimos arched a brow, curious, while Belial continued on his own approach, sweeping low and then churning upwards to gain the younger hybrid’s attention. Deimos, from on top of the blackened dunes, waved on his approach, snorting inwardly. “Marcus – searching for something?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace