Deimos
He wasn’t certain what rankled, but he could feel the fringe of it down his spine at the admittance. Perhaps it was the way his notions had been so casually written off, or that because she hadn’t lived the experience, it meant less. Dismissive maybe, in the face of her dreams, when he’d done no such thing to her. “As long as you are taking things seriously,” he countered with an arch to his brow again, eyes flickering back to the land around them, following Belial’s sharp movements through the sky. A scorch of nuances to settle before moving forward on a plan that seemed, by and large, overwhelming, complicated, and needing to be more than a figment and whim. He took a deep breath, let the cutting edges peel away. “I have hunted quite a few. Nearly lost my arm saving Zuriel.” And while that had been a moment where he’d gained a companion, he wouldn’t encourage the incident to anyone else. The mare gave a snort regardless, shaking her head in prim and properly fashion.
His head tilted as they traipsed further, listening to the sounds of the bog rattle against the senses, waiting for something to strike or an opportunity to do so first – Belial’s silence spoke volumes against the restless fervency lingering in his pulse. He heard her just the same, nodding along at the indication of hard won places and facets – Halo could be regarded in much similar endeavors, but there were counter-balances and things already long since placed before he’d arrived. “It was not easy, but the people were willing. It was also around for hundreds of years before any of us came, so I did not have to lay out the foundations or the groundwork.” No prayers to the Eirachi, no promises made to seasonal aspects that they wouldn’t, or couldn’t, keep.
Taking a quick breath and stilling, his nose wrinkled, the stench of the muck and grime pervading. “It will be down to how much you are prepared to put in.” Her time, her effort, her strength, her determination – but she also couldn’t do it alone. “You might want to talk to one of the heralds, perhaps for advice or a place to start.”
His head tilted as they traipsed further, listening to the sounds of the bog rattle against the senses, waiting for something to strike or an opportunity to do so first – Belial’s silence spoke volumes against the restless fervency lingering in his pulse. He heard her just the same, nodding along at the indication of hard won places and facets – Halo could be regarded in much similar endeavors, but there were counter-balances and things already long since placed before he’d arrived. “It was not easy, but the people were willing. It was also around for hundreds of years before any of us came, so I did not have to lay out the foundations or the groundwork.” No prayers to the Eirachi, no promises made to seasonal aspects that they wouldn’t, or couldn’t, keep.
Taking a quick breath and stilling, his nose wrinkled, the stench of the muck and grime pervading. “It will be down to how much you are prepared to put in.” Her time, her effort, her strength, her determination – but she also couldn’t do it alone. “You might want to talk to one of the heralds, perhaps for advice or a place to start.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
