DEIMOS
The unicorn preened under the comment, lifting her head a little higher, a little taller, a little more domineering – he shook his head with a faint snort tumbling through his chest. “Thank you. This is Zuriel.” Belial’s greeting had been more than enough chaos, and the peryton was far too busy navigating through the treetops with aplomb and relish to come back down for now – the soldier’s eyes followed the trek of movement, wondering how any animal would deign to remain hidden after such displays. As for what the peryton hunted, he indulged with another tilt of his head, gaze flickering over to her. “A zhenniao.”
The name sounded distinctly familiar too – but only because the syllables and phrasing flowed along the similarities of Sunjata. Refraining from frowning, because it was only an assumption and he didn’t know this woman at all, he only arched his brow again, eyes narrowing for a fraction of a moment. The question simmered behind his teeth, but he kept it notched and silent for now, figuring even if she was a relation, she wouldn’t want to admit it (who would?).
Explorations were always a keen notion anyway, and he did so frequently too. “I did. But mostly so we could gain information on that bird, for my Monster Hunter’s Guild. I wanted to complete some notes to put in the library.” Especially where their journals were still in Aisha’s home – and he was exiled from the one place he yearned to be. "Are you from around here?" Uncertain if she was Outlander or Natural, and how depictions of either would take place.
And on that note, there was a burst of vivid hues clambering from the canopies, drifting downwards in a hellish spree – purples and greens, crimson beaks – with Belial following in close pursuit.
The name sounded distinctly familiar too – but only because the syllables and phrasing flowed along the similarities of Sunjata. Refraining from frowning, because it was only an assumption and he didn’t know this woman at all, he only arched his brow again, eyes narrowing for a fraction of a moment. The question simmered behind his teeth, but he kept it notched and silent for now, figuring even if she was a relation, she wouldn’t want to admit it (who would?).
Explorations were always a keen notion anyway, and he did so frequently too. “I did. But mostly so we could gain information on that bird, for my Monster Hunter’s Guild. I wanted to complete some notes to put in the library.” Especially where their journals were still in Aisha’s home – and he was exiled from the one place he yearned to be. "Are you from around here?" Uncertain if she was Outlander or Natural, and how depictions of either would take place.
And on that note, there was a burst of vivid hues clambering from the canopies, drifting downwards in a hellish spree – purples and greens, crimson beaks – with Belial following in close pursuit.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
