DEIMOS
Ways of life intermingled and toiled, and Sah committed to his duties efficiently, quickly, without preamble or preludes. The herd culled for the moment, they moved on, amidst rumbles and billows; disappearing eventually into the receding proportions. The hellhound moved onward, glancing at his companions, ensuring they were fine, before shifting back.“Well done,” he echoed to Sah, eyes trained on the weapon for half a moment with some amount of amusement, before tracing back over to the sled, grabbing hold of the carving and hunting knives they’d need to utilize. From there, he dragged over the elder first, strength and dominion holding fast and true, and when he’d had adequate space and room, Belial watching over with perusing eyes and Zuriel merely standing tall, proud, and true over the cub, his gaze landed back on Sah. “Do you know how to gut them?” Presuming so, given the man’s history – but he didn’t want to push him into something he might not have been comfortable with. Crouching down, he made the first incision.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
