Deimos
“Not today,” he warranted with a slight grin; as if there were other moments where he might feel particularly monstrous. He paused mid-step, granting her time to catch up to long strides and movement; ensuring the combination of his magic threaded through the ground, so she might find a firmer pathway too. Zuriel snorted, haughty head tossed about as if bothered by wasting the moments, but Deimos ignored her.
His eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity always beckoning in a way he’d deigned to solve potential problems and root causes – though the only equine he’d seen lately was his own. “No. But I can have Belial alert if he sees any,” pointing upwards to the peryton continuing to hover overhead; now that Colt had been registered as non-threatening, the companion moved on, seeking out swamp rats and horses.
Though the explanation widened his gaze – they’d just been at the rodeo recently; the sprawl of land and barns, stables and life had been a commendable thing. “I am sorry to hear that.” Just when he’d been about to compliment the amusing event of bucking people off and gallivanting around – which, he figured, she wouldn’t care to hear at present. Instead, he took a deep breath; mind circling back to all those days in midst of many worlds, reforging, striking anew. “Let me know if you want a hand rebuilding,” presuming that was an eventual course of action in the future.
His eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity always beckoning in a way he’d deigned to solve potential problems and root causes – though the only equine he’d seen lately was his own. “No. But I can have Belial alert if he sees any,” pointing upwards to the peryton continuing to hover overhead; now that Colt had been registered as non-threatening, the companion moved on, seeking out swamp rats and horses.
Though the explanation widened his gaze – they’d just been at the rodeo recently; the sprawl of land and barns, stables and life had been a commendable thing. “I am sorry to hear that.” Just when he’d been about to compliment the amusing event of bucking people off and gallivanting around – which, he figured, she wouldn’t care to hear at present. Instead, he took a deep breath; mind circling back to all those days in midst of many worlds, reforging, striking anew. “Let me know if you want a hand rebuilding,” presuming that was an eventual course of action in the future.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
