DEIMOS
Deimos muffled a laugh at the cub’s antics, and the pressing feeling of being watched – over his shoulder, while Belial hovered, carnivorous and hungry after his own assistance in the hunt. The Sword committed to his own endurance and patience in return, and before long, as the beast drained, lacerations made, he tossed the peryton several of the organs they wouldn’t be utilizing. Jumping upon them with some macabre glee, Belial would be kept occupied while they worked.He nodded towards Sah, and only shifted his gaze once or twice to see how the Abandoned was coming along. It was comforting and settling, to know he’d acquired the knowledge, learning, constantly gaining new grounds and skills. He rolled back his sleeves, forearms exposed to the cold air without a care, while mustering along his work, moving occasionally to get at specific angles until the necessary cuts had been made – only leaving the blood to pool and drain. They’d need to hang them up adequately when they returned to the Citadel. “What are you going to use your antlers for?” By way of curiosity and nosiness, an ease in conversation. The elderly stag had quite an impressive set – more than the nubs and stubs of the blinded one.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
