DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The approach, the appearance, of another hadn’t gone unnoticed. Belial was the first alarm – intending to fully open and unfurl his jaws in fanged, wild abandon with loud hoots and hollers – but they’d been practicing not alerting everyone else in the general vicinity either. So while the companion rallied and scouted ahead, sighted by the other, he relayed the information to the Sword.
In turn, Deimos was immediately on alert – spine taut, straight, rigid, an unyielding, unbending sort of behemoth on his walk, cautious and predacious all the in the same turn. His eyes narrowed briefly as the stranger stepped into the light, a widening clearing, and he and Zuriel emerged further, regarding the older man with an air of study and deliberation. He didn’t recognize him at all; which might have held more meaning if the world wasn’t so vast now. A tilt of his head followed, eyes going briefly to Zuriel, before flicking back to the other individual.
His question wasn’t for anything but Belial – and with a gesture of brief amusement towards the deer now shuffling around Deimos’ feet (eager and keen, waiting for some sort of permission), the deep rumble echoed forth in return. “A peryton. Carnivorous too.” The fawn made a gesture that showed his fangs, raising his hackles in obvious amusement, before his wings flashed and flickered once more. “And who are you?”
In turn, Deimos was immediately on alert – spine taut, straight, rigid, an unyielding, unbending sort of behemoth on his walk, cautious and predacious all the in the same turn. His eyes narrowed briefly as the stranger stepped into the light, a widening clearing, and he and Zuriel emerged further, regarding the older man with an air of study and deliberation. He didn’t recognize him at all; which might have held more meaning if the world wasn’t so vast now. A tilt of his head followed, eyes going briefly to Zuriel, before flicking back to the other individual.
His question wasn’t for anything but Belial – and with a gesture of brief amusement towards the deer now shuffling around Deimos’ feet (eager and keen, waiting for some sort of permission), the deep rumble echoed forth in return. “A peryton. Carnivorous too.” The fawn made a gesture that showed his fangs, raising his hackles in obvious amusement, before his wings flashed and flickered once more. “And who are you?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
