Deimos
At first, the glotters were the only thing that held Belial’s attention. He could swoop and dive above them, watch them do the same below, and hoot, holler, away in wild, chaotic amusement. But then there was someone else, just laying there (clearly trapped), and then he thought he might hover out of reach of the stranger’s arms too, circling above, as a vulture might.
Only at that juncture did Deimos and Zuriel come to understand the full picture, peering down from the bank. Another long sigh threatened to unravel through his lungs and ribcage the moment he saw the peryton annoying someone else – though he paused momentarily in scrutiny and inspection. The horns signaled Ancient, but this was neither Kiada nor Edmund, and the almost listless pose combined with the trap snagged around his leg left a bizarre combination. Glancing sideways at Zuriel, perhaps a warning, he called from their vantage point with his residual, deep rumble. “Do you need help?” Presumptions would’ve been a resounding yes, but he'd also met some peculiar people in this world.
Only at that juncture did Deimos and Zuriel come to understand the full picture, peering down from the bank. Another long sigh threatened to unravel through his lungs and ribcage the moment he saw the peryton annoying someone else – though he paused momentarily in scrutiny and inspection. The horns signaled Ancient, but this was neither Kiada nor Edmund, and the almost listless pose combined with the trap snagged around his leg left a bizarre combination. Glancing sideways at Zuriel, perhaps a warning, he called from their vantage point with his residual, deep rumble. “Do you need help?” Presumptions would’ve been a resounding yes, but he'd also met some peculiar people in this world.
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
