The element of surprise worked in their fervor and favor; ripples of outcries pouring around in victorious, prideful boasting as arachnids’ pains echoed down the throng of wood lines and fields. The zip of arrows. The bristling of others’ magic. Deimos felt no other inclination but satisfaction and vehemence as his canines cut into flesh and fire seared into charred abdomens. The spider flailed and screeched and it bothered the hellhound very little; he’d heard far worse in and amongst battlefields through seasons and lives.
But what did rankle were the after-effects of smug proportions – ear twitching in the direction of his fellow hunters’ faltering nearby. It’d been honed within him from a young age to protect one’s allies, to shield, to preserve, to ensure the rest lived to see another day. Monster hunting was always a dangerous occupation; the toxins from these individuals could ravage and savage if not treated quickly. With a quick, harsh breath, he unleashed further dominion and demise, wreaking havoc on the beast as it strived to throw him off and aside. Then, once he finished this one off, he could head towards those mauled.
But what did rankle were the after-effects of smug proportions – ear twitching in the direction of his fellow hunters’ faltering nearby. It’d been honed within him from a young age to protect one’s allies, to shield, to preserve, to ensure the rest lived to see another day. Monster hunting was always a dangerous occupation; the toxins from these individuals could ravage and savage if not treated quickly. With a quick, harsh breath, he unleashed further dominion and demise, wreaking havoc on the beast as it strived to throw him off and aside. Then, once he finished this one off, he could head towards those mauled.
Deimos
we're all killers
