Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Stoic and reticent, archaic form of weaponry brought to life, the General glanced at the prints layered in the snow, completely unbothered by either moose or bear. The latter was what they sought, what he’d fought numerous times, and the former was likely an unfortunate victim, but a moment of distraction for them to utilize. Crouching beside the track, he inspected the signs of life and motion for a moment, before looking out towards the tundra, then the sky, following the state of Belial’s movements above. “Less than an hour, I would guess,” based on the freshness of the snow, the way nothing had been scattered back into its threshold yet.
The peryton hooted from above soon after, and then darted through the sky. The warning, and the images, were crystal clear; the prey’s demise, the ursur’s lingering form. “He found the carcass, about thirty yards away.” The Sword pointed towards the right, along proportions of a snowdrift and rock formation – they could likely use the landmark as cover. Then he waited, brow arched, for Talyson to make a decision about advancing – it was his quest, after all.
The peryton hooted from above soon after, and then darted through the sky. The warning, and the images, were crystal clear; the prey’s demise, the ursur’s lingering form. “He found the carcass, about thirty yards away.” The Sword pointed towards the right, along proportions of a snowdrift and rock formation – they could likely use the landmark as cover. Then he waited, brow arched, for Talyson to make a decision about advancing – it was his quest, after all.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
