Deimos
While they thought and mulled, at least partially over Grounds’ entanglements and some over Ru’s constant state of unknown, Deimos pulled out his own offerings. Knowing and experiencing some of the Mathair’s…particular traits (trying to get her from point A to point B when she’d been recovered had been an interesting experience for their group – considering the threat of being eaten multiple times), the Sword provided a large amount of ursur jerky, and some fresher counterparts of ningo and chickens, placing them close to the roots and any other carnivorous plants. “I will.” Mostly to see if she was safe or not, and then go from there.
At her choice of hunt, he arched his brow, returning from his crouch back up to full height. Amused, a bout of a chuckle rumbled through, perhaps intrigued by the potential challenge or Kiada's seeming hostility towards the beasts. “I have never hunted a glotter,” though he knew enough about them from all their animal reports; he’d never considered them for much of a monster details. “Lead the way.”
At her choice of hunt, he arched his brow, returning from his crouch back up to full height. Amused, a bout of a chuckle rumbled through, perhaps intrigued by the potential challenge or Kiada's seeming hostility towards the beasts. “I have never hunted a glotter,” though he knew enough about them from all their animal reports; he’d never considered them for much of a monster details. “Lead the way.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
