DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
It came as no surprise that Belial immediately found one of the more dangerous aspects (at least upon first viewing) of the terrain.Deimos heaved a giant sigh, and gave Zuriel a look that encompassed a multitude of things at once (frustration, irritation, exasperation, and perhaps a mild dose of apprehension). The unicorn only glanced back in obvious indifference – better and wiser in these moments than the peryton. Even if it didn’t take much effort.
The young deer traipsed and glided around the eerie, spooky tree, as if it were something intrepid and fun. Even gave a few hoots and howls for good measure, baring his fangs at askew branches as the spring wind caused them to move – darting out of the way with wild abandon. While the Sword could admire a bold, daring companion, he also didn’t enjoy outright stupidity, and being snagged, mauled, or mutilated by some timber clearly haunted and disturbed wasn’t in his motives for the day. “Belial,” was a sharp command and order, echoing along the embankment he stood upon – gaze narrowing in the single warning. The peryton sneered, but began to toss his head and wander back over.
Unite and spread the heart apart
