a brighter flame

He goes and another scream starts anew. It’s lower pitched than the other one, but still a scream of pain nonetheless. But the General turned Warden isn’t too far off now. Zuriel will see it before Deimos does, a lean black body of a deer so at odds with the snow around it. It flecks within the deer’s pelt, offering it the briefest hint of spots that would vanish as soon as it’s warm. Its wings are tucked in tight, and its head rises from the creature it has just killed. Its head rises and tears away a strip of flesh, swallowing it down, before its eyes lock onto Deimos and its stance changes to protect its dinner. And it stares and stares, before deeming Deimos worthy, that familiar tug through a bond that seems to split and change. The Warden will know what it means. Its head lowers again and it begins to eat once more. Heather has purchased a race specific companion prize for a peryton for Deimos!