DEIMOS
He could hear Noah from a distance; much like a whisper. But he concentrated first, sharp eyes hastening over the horizon, head glancing downward, utilizing, honing his eagle gaze to snatch and grate at what, and where he’d presumed the deer would be.Yet, there was nothing. An empty landscape where they might’ve bed down recently, where long grass not hampered by the snow bent in place, where there was just an endless stretch of naught now. No, but he didn’t relent any frustration. Sow any irritation. I am going to go a little further. I will send Belial too.
And it only took that minor accord for the peryton to take flight as well, much to the Sword’s irritation, as the youth’s enthusiastic zeal was sometimes too overbearing. Nonetheless, they could take opposing directions, cover and spread more ground to find the aforementioned prey.
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Deimos and Belial scout further!
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
