DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
A small smile followed, nearly imperceptible save for the corner of his mouth. He drew another long breath, listening, and then his eyes following over to the peryton and unicorn again, at a loss. His hand reached out for Zuriel’s mane, toying with the braid while she regarded him with a contemptuous look. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” There might’ve been more said, had he not heard something else.
A jingle; not unlike the ones the insects had emitted. He furrowed his brow and stilled, save for turning over his palm, allowing for fire to emblazon itself in a miniature tower. “I think we should move closer to the others,” jutting his chin towards the fellow beach-goers and their party further down the island, who didn’t seem remotely bothered by whatever noises toyed out in the darkness. It set him on edge, a sudden rigidness to his spine, a narrowing of his eyes as he gazed out towards the horizon – a warning sent to Belial to not go any further (tempted as the peryton was).
A jingle; not unlike the ones the insects had emitted. He furrowed his brow and stilled, save for turning over his palm, allowing for fire to emblazon itself in a miniature tower. “I think we should move closer to the others,” jutting his chin towards the fellow beach-goers and their party further down the island, who didn’t seem remotely bothered by whatever noises toyed out in the darkness. It set him on edge, a sudden rigidness to his spine, a narrowing of his eyes as he gazed out towards the horizon – a warning sent to Belial to not go any further (tempted as the peryton was).
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
