DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“I will leave you guessing,” came on a light smile, before manifesting a jar, and opening the lid for Sah to place the weird, crimson specimen within. Thereafter, it could sit in the sled, tucked away in a corner so as not to rattle or jig around. Content with the ideas and notions set aside for later contemplation, the beast nodded, and then began to drag their apparatus along the tundra, intending to meet up with Belial along the way.
With the acceptance of the ursur as the main focus, Deimos followed the images the peryton projected – Zuriel tracking close behind. Eventually, the other companion flickered overhead, and they could manage beneath the shift of his wings, wandering deeper and deeper into the folds of the tundra, rounding corners, wandering over little knolls, until they came to an outset proportion.
And there, in the distance, seemingly quite content, rested, and fattened up for the day, was the creature they were looking for. Blood and bones stained the ice and snow around it, producing a rather grizzly sight, despite its obvious sluggishness after finishing a large meal. His eyes narrowed, and then the Sword pushed the sled along portions of a boulder, utilizing it for their meeting spot. “We can probably get this one fairly quickly.” A pause, considering, weighing out the options. Magic. Weapons. Compelling. “Whenever you are ready.”
With the acceptance of the ursur as the main focus, Deimos followed the images the peryton projected – Zuriel tracking close behind. Eventually, the other companion flickered overhead, and they could manage beneath the shift of his wings, wandering deeper and deeper into the folds of the tundra, rounding corners, wandering over little knolls, until they came to an outset proportion.
And there, in the distance, seemingly quite content, rested, and fattened up for the day, was the creature they were looking for. Blood and bones stained the ice and snow around it, producing a rather grizzly sight, despite its obvious sluggishness after finishing a large meal. His eyes narrowed, and then the Sword pushed the sled along portions of a boulder, utilizing it for their meeting spot. “We can probably get this one fairly quickly.” A pause, considering, weighing out the options. Magic. Weapons. Compelling. “Whenever you are ready.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
