Deimos
Deimos, despite his inexperience in hunting said glotters, did know about them, given the amount of time spent in the guild library, but he listened just the same, brow arched as she explained. The sentiments remained the same, of dens and rivers, of maneuvers and motions, quietly smirking behind her as she led the way.
Unbothered by the labyrinthine quality of the Greatwood, it was amusing to watch as Kiada unfurled into old habits, likely made stronger by the Ancient ties and drawn persuasions to blood and chaos, head tilting as she whispered. “I can search,” he rumbled in a low register, before shifting. The dark hues of the hellhound coat made it that much easier to blend into shadow, and while still large and massive, his senses would be heightened; nose to the air, intending to register everything else between the sights and sounds and other proportions of the forest.
Eventually though, he could parse through, lowering his form in a crouch, slinking further, tail wagging as he granted a signal, tracking after the significant scent.
Unbothered by the labyrinthine quality of the Greatwood, it was amusing to watch as Kiada unfurled into old habits, likely made stronger by the Ancient ties and drawn persuasions to blood and chaos, head tilting as she whispered. “I can search,” he rumbled in a low register, before shifting. The dark hues of the hellhound coat made it that much easier to blend into shadow, and while still large and massive, his senses would be heightened; nose to the air, intending to register everything else between the sights and sounds and other proportions of the forest.
Eventually though, he could parse through, lowering his form in a crouch, slinking further, tail wagging as he granted a signal, tracking after the significant scent.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
