DEIMOS
The Sword kept his oaths; evening pressed in its wild hues and illustrious colors, figments of blended sunset rising up over the tides as he settled the last offering upon Ludo’s shrine. A little train set, completed and whittled out of wood, the pieces all arranged lightly on the precipice of the altar, next to the assortment of others left by individuals not fearing the sea. He took one last look at the nestled brethren, before turning back towards the sand, where Belial and Zuriel waited.
The long beach stretched out from the waves, the port busy, people hustling and bustling despite hours of daylight reaching their end. Different from Halo – the climate permitting those eager for any method of wheeling and dealing to persist well into the twilight, while the mountains range ensured all of that took place indoors. Here, the business ventures were up front in their duplicity – and he snorted as he watched the world flicker down and around. The wares he’d set up, at the very least, hadn’t been touched or tainted by passersby, considering his companions guarded them.
Well, Belial did – but only because the open fire and spit had yet to fully cook the Hels rotating along – and he continually sized them up in anticipation. “Soon,” the soldier snorted as he strolled closer, rolling up his sleeves, pant legs already done so due to the watery walk to the shrine. The peryton gave an earnest squeal at the notion, spinning around the flames several times before sitting down and glancing upwards again, eternally watching. Shaking his head, Deimos lit a few more lanterns, placing them down in the sand, presuming Shaye would be here eventually.
The long beach stretched out from the waves, the port busy, people hustling and bustling despite hours of daylight reaching their end. Different from Halo – the climate permitting those eager for any method of wheeling and dealing to persist well into the twilight, while the mountains range ensured all of that took place indoors. Here, the business ventures were up front in their duplicity – and he snorted as he watched the world flicker down and around. The wares he’d set up, at the very least, hadn’t been touched or tainted by passersby, considering his companions guarded them.
Well, Belial did – but only because the open fire and spit had yet to fully cook the Hels rotating along – and he continually sized them up in anticipation. “Soon,” the soldier snorted as he strolled closer, rolling up his sleeves, pant legs already done so due to the watery walk to the shrine. The peryton gave an earnest squeal at the notion, spinning around the flames several times before sitting down and glancing upwards again, eternally watching. Shaking his head, Deimos lit a few more lanterns, placing them down in the sand, presuming Shaye would be here eventually.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
