DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
While Deimos was occupied, quietly pressing his wake into the obsidian earth, curiosity bringing him to a massive basin in the middle of the room, Belial certainly wasn’t. Nimble, young, spry, and full of energy, the peryton breezed along the tops of pews, extending his wings, soaring in the foreign heat, twisting, turning –
And finding another hiding in the midst.
Unaware if this individual was a threat to him, or his own, the little beast released a loud, obnoxious screech, and dove, dove, dove down towards this stranger.
Alarming the Sword, who’d only been poking around and investigating; head raised on high alert, he maneuvered quickly, efficiently, over to the source of the companion’s attention. Zuriel remained, in her usual bravado, completely unimpressed – moving forward only to sniff at a few of the pews.
Intending to collect the peryton, his hand reached out for the smaller menace, when his eyes segmented on the unfamiliar being in the midst; bow raised, that he arched his brow, withholding a snort. “Apologies for my companion.”
And finding another hiding in the midst.
Unaware if this individual was a threat to him, or his own, the little beast released a loud, obnoxious screech, and dove, dove, dove down towards this stranger.
Alarming the Sword, who’d only been poking around and investigating; head raised on high alert, he maneuvered quickly, efficiently, over to the source of the companion’s attention. Zuriel remained, in her usual bravado, completely unimpressed – moving forward only to sniff at a few of the pews.
Intending to collect the peryton, his hand reached out for the smaller menace, when his eyes segmented on the unfamiliar being in the midst; bow raised, that he arched his brow, withholding a snort. “Apologies for my companion.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
