Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
The mountains called and he howled back in his mind, silent and certain. The wilderness opened to them, like a long stretch after Deepfrost’s pressing wake, and the predacious edges, fringes, to his form were all the more eager to rejoice in the sudden onslaught of freedom again. A providential liberation – for while he didn’t mind seclusion at its barest form – even Deimos grew restless meandering around the same walls time and time again.
But they’d survived, and as far as he knew, LongNight had been relatively quiet. By the end of the week he’d probably need to send out some letters and do some investigating of his own. But for now, they could hunt.
If Talyson was anxious, Deimos was determined, stalwart, and keen, pent up with rapacious energy. Half-tempted to unleash his hellhound shift, the need to discuss notions with the courier kept the shackles on, but just barely. Sending Belial off to scout, and watching resolutely with a narrowed gaze to the sky in half-warnings, long strides swept over the ice and snow with an age-old familiarity. “Not yet,” though whether this was because the peryton was being foolish remained to be seen.
But they’d survived, and as far as he knew, LongNight had been relatively quiet. By the end of the week he’d probably need to send out some letters and do some investigating of his own. But for now, they could hunt.
If Talyson was anxious, Deimos was determined, stalwart, and keen, pent up with rapacious energy. Half-tempted to unleash his hellhound shift, the need to discuss notions with the courier kept the shackles on, but just barely. Sending Belial off to scout, and watching resolutely with a narrowed gaze to the sky in half-warnings, long strides swept over the ice and snow with an age-old familiarity. “Not yet,” though whether this was because the peryton was being foolish remained to be seen.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
