[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Zuriel, for all her intents and purposes, doesn’t appear as if she was injured at all – too proud, too smug at thwarting the damned walls, muzzle drawn in a vastly defiant range. But he could feel the slightest twitch of pain through their bond, the nettling of a bruise along her pastern, and he wondered if this had been wise at all – Not that it mattered. They were in. He shifted back to his human form, bag tucked over his shoulders, eyes catching at Kiada’s wincing. “Let me know if you need Zuriel,” because there was a note of self-regard in her existence too, and he wouldn’t press, wouldn’t hover, wouldn’t harpoon along unless she made note of her taxed, laboring form. She’d wanted space and confidence, and despite walking behind her, he’d grant what he could. But, much like Amalia offered her a healing device, he dug through his bag and produced portions of armor, holding them out to her in the silence. While there, he also procured the chalk, keeping them close by in pockets in case they needed them quickly. The darkness was something irritating; and the depths of his eyes gleaned to a more feline existence – intending to utilize their wares to view the depths of the underground in a better light. His glances scanned over his compatriots, and then the walls, noting Amalia’s instructions, either attempting to catch notion of traps and snares, or writing, intriguing notes sketched and etched upon the walls. -- Deimos walks behind Kiada, offering her some armor and Zuriel's healing services, and using his partial shift for tiger eyes, hoping to see better in the dark. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate