DEIMOS
Then there was success – deer spotted between himself and Belial, and the determination fueled, sparked, incensed throughout the bond. He lowered his frame along, and the peryton followed suit, coasting above, sending images of the small herd towards his compatriots. As for a spot to corral them? The woods would only amplify the ability for the prey to escape. He glanced along the surroundings, pondering where they could be pushed, and hopefully pinpointed, segmented enough, for one of them to launch.
Yards and yards before him were several larger barrows, rising, resembling, smaller hills. It might take time for the does to wander upwards, clamber along. There are some larger barrows ahead. We might be able to push them there. He gave a pause, pondering the other possibilities and parameters, gliding along the chilling winds. I can drop down on them in my hellhound shift. It’d give them time, and it’d be purposefully quick and efficient.
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Deimos and Belial stay above, scouting out the deer and looking out for an area to corral them.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
