The Sword made no mention of Colt’s appearance suddenly nearby as the guild assembled, milling around one another and making their necessary adjustments to equipment and plans. He figured she would’ve been deep in the throes of the desert by now, trying to cultivate and extract as much as she could before winter’s colder approach. But it wasn’t his business to pry into the hows and whys, for the present anyway. “They have been pushing their luck all season. Had to get rid of quite a few earlier.” Deimos grumbled in return, staring out over the vastness of the Greenwing with a cold, calm clamor to his features; eyes narrowed as he sought out the particular individuals for their hunt. His Leafchange had been full of anticipation and preparation; ensuring Halo was secure for the impending Deepfrost, and then the any-day-now arrival of his and Evie’s second born. It was a restless sort of energy diligently pulsing and pervading through his chest; that need for liberation and freedom and violence, combined with knowing he needed to be back home as quickly and efficiently as possible.
His brow arched at the notion of the ‘lasso’ again, being careful not to say anything about it but still snorting under his breath. Daring and bold approaches sometimes didn’t suit. “I prefer to set them on fire,” granted with a slight grin; not a wholly unexpected action when it came to potential ruination on his part.
Belial, soaring above, sounded the alarm though – a trill and bleat of movement and motion, before heading southward. “Here we go,” came on a long, slow breath and the sudden shifting into hellhound motions – nose to the air as the monster hunter members followed suit, used to what came next.
His brow arched at the notion of the ‘lasso’ again, being careful not to say anything about it but still snorting under his breath. Daring and bold approaches sometimes didn’t suit. “I prefer to set them on fire,” granted with a slight grin; not a wholly unexpected action when it came to potential ruination on his part.
Belial, soaring above, sounded the alarm though – a trill and bleat of movement and motion, before heading southward. “Here we go,” came on a long, slow breath and the sudden shifting into hellhound motions – nose to the air as the monster hunter members followed suit, used to what came next.
Deimos
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