this is the reckoning
Had he not already had one in his mouth, the swarm of rapacious decadence between the majority of them would’ve kept him rolling, kept him reeling, kept him in the facets of blood and anarchy, sedition and unrelenting precision. As it was, he had no need to continue his assaults, but quietly observed, adding his molten, predatory instincts into the fray.
Noah chased and pounced. Belial ducked and dove. The snapping and crunching of bones from the lynx was an audible reach, and while Deimos kept his locked in between his fangs, his eyes cast towards his companion. The young peryton came in on a strange angle towards the closest hare, talons and fangs poised again, but it wasn’t to be. His practice on ningos might have been sufficient in Halo, but not here. These animals weren’t as dim as the birds amongst the Citadel, fast-moving prey, likely generations upon generations of beasts swarming and honing in their skills. The hare took its opportunity to teleport, blinking quickly, swiftly, towards the other side of dew and grass, leaving the deer empty-handed and pouting.
The discernible hiss from Belial made the hellhound nearly choke with laughter – but instead of feeding into the peryton’s sudden wall of juvenile anger and frustration, he directed his attention towards the fellow Halovian. Enough for now? Two hares would cater to a sufficient meal, and they could meander farther, further, into the stead with energy and provisions.
Noah chased and pounced. Belial ducked and dove. The snapping and crunching of bones from the lynx was an audible reach, and while Deimos kept his locked in between his fangs, his eyes cast towards his companion. The young peryton came in on a strange angle towards the closest hare, talons and fangs poised again, but it wasn’t to be. His practice on ningos might have been sufficient in Halo, but not here. These animals weren’t as dim as the birds amongst the Citadel, fast-moving prey, likely generations upon generations of beasts swarming and honing in their skills. The hare took its opportunity to teleport, blinking quickly, swiftly, towards the other side of dew and grass, leaving the deer empty-handed and pouting.
The discernible hiss from Belial made the hellhound nearly choke with laughter – but instead of feeding into the peryton’s sudden wall of juvenile anger and frustration, he directed his attention towards the fellow Halovian. Enough for now? Two hares would cater to a sufficient meal, and they could meander farther, further, into the stead with energy and provisions.
DEIMOS
