DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The routes were familiar, pressing into similar wakes as he’d done with Noah on other occasions. But there were no vampire gourds thriving in this season, and he’d long since rolled up his sleeves, the Longheat traces beating down even as the canopy pressed leafy shadows; the humidity spiking in ways that had him longing for Halo all over again. Striving to keep Belial occupied and not distracted into the woodwork, he flicked a series of treats into the air, watching as the peryton jumped, leapt, and soared after them, Zuriel offering a disapproving snort behind him.
Only when they’d reached Frey and Rae’s shrine, and the massive tree it encompassed, did he cease at all. Along the roots were no pumpkins grumbling or growling their hostile wakes, but some altered version of dragonflies. He stopped to stare, watching as their larger wings began to alter, brow arching as the hues blended together into a serene blue – tranquil, repose-like.
The peryton, once at his feet, immediately launched – and out of habit, the soldier grabbed hold of the companion, holding him underneath his arm. “Honestly,” and he rolled his eyes, but getting closer, studying and scrutinizing out of age-old habits – presuming Sylvia could meet him here, along the winding trails of enigmas.
Only when they’d reached Frey and Rae’s shrine, and the massive tree it encompassed, did he cease at all. Along the roots were no pumpkins grumbling or growling their hostile wakes, but some altered version of dragonflies. He stopped to stare, watching as their larger wings began to alter, brow arching as the hues blended together into a serene blue – tranquil, repose-like.
The peryton, once at his feet, immediately launched – and out of habit, the soldier grabbed hold of the companion, holding him underneath his arm. “Honestly,” and he rolled his eyes, but getting closer, studying and scrutinizing out of age-old habits – presuming Sylvia could meet him here, along the winding trails of enigmas.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
