Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Nodding at the plan, Deimos crept behind the rock, placing his tall form behind its constituents, and then crouching, remaining concealed for the moment. Belial provided an aerial view, and with the ursur far too concerned about its current meal, the General lacked any and all apprehension. Perhaps it’d been all the experiences beforehand, or the near-death ones from previous seasons. Had Talyson been a part of the Attuned bond, he would’ve felt the confidence, the capability of might and strength, diligence and meticulous factions. But since he couldn’t, wouldn’t, the Sword simply permitted the ease of machinations to decipher through.
The whisper contorted purposefully in their area, and not outwards, into the harsh wind and periphery of the bear. “We could do this in several ways. I could compel it over,” an arch to his brow followed, insinuating it might be a joke. “I can distract it while you sneak behind.” He paused, eyes flickering back to the picture provided by the peryton above. “Or we can flank it from either side,” though that left far more room for some errors.
But in all purposes, Deimos had no intention of allowing the courier to be hurt. Thereafter, he permitted the silence to fall – for Talyson to make the choice, for the monster hunting education to sink into the fray.
The whisper contorted purposefully in their area, and not outwards, into the harsh wind and periphery of the bear. “We could do this in several ways. I could compel it over,” an arch to his brow followed, insinuating it might be a joke. “I can distract it while you sneak behind.” He paused, eyes flickering back to the picture provided by the peryton above. “Or we can flank it from either side,” though that left far more room for some errors.
But in all purposes, Deimos had no intention of allowing the courier to be hurt. Thereafter, he permitted the silence to fall – for Talyson to make the choice, for the monster hunting education to sink into the fray.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
