DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Belial, despite the impending lecture, was quite pleased with himself – trilling, head high and indulgent, as Deimos seized him, tucking the peryton under his arm as he moved back to give the woman space. “Yes, but there are better ways,” and his brow furrowed downward at the young, winged deer, whose plumage had unfurled and twitched about with obvious delight. The General sighed, shook his head, and maneuvered onward, kicking a few pumpkins meandering in his path, ignoring the way they rolled away, and went back to inspect the massive basin.
Dropping the companion to the ground, and with Zuriel still remaining indifferent to the void, his attention riveted over several subject matters; curiosity for the world, land, at hand, and the stranger in its midst. “I am Deimos,” by way of introduction, as he circled around the monolithic figure and found nothing in particular. His piercing gaze landed on her, thinking he recognized her figure from some proportions in Halo; maybe at the latest meeting when everyone’s guards had been raised and hostile. Casting nothing more than an arched brow, his eyes wandered to her weapon. “Are you hunting the gourds?”
Dropping the companion to the ground, and with Zuriel still remaining indifferent to the void, his attention riveted over several subject matters; curiosity for the world, land, at hand, and the stranger in its midst. “I am Deimos,” by way of introduction, as he circled around the monolithic figure and found nothing in particular. His piercing gaze landed on her, thinking he recognized her figure from some proportions in Halo; maybe at the latest meeting when everyone’s guards had been raised and hostile. Casting nothing more than an arched brow, his eyes wandered to her weapon. “Are you hunting the gourds?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
