DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
And so they were off.With Aisha quiet, the rest of the group had been assembled into bounties of hushed individuals. It nearly made him laugh, and he muffled the sentiment down in the deep rumbles of his chest, keeping his eyes open. He followed and traced after the paths they’d taken before, the flame held aloft, watching it interplay along the walls –
Until, sure enough, there was a familiar eerie sound ricocheting, bounding off the stone too. “Meat!” A chorus of other similar cacophonies branched and brambled their way through, and Deimos sighed heavily. “Here we go again.”
Pondering over which to align and prepare with – compelling, magic, insinuating the beasts just leave, Belial took to the first notions.
With great aplomb, and a vile hatred for anything else winged, the lithe peryton took it upon himself to snag at the lead bird flickering and flapping through the cavern, and there was a sickening crunch as bones were crushed in between the deer’s fangs. “Get ready,” the Sword announced, presuming the birds would come to avenge their fallen brethren, shaking his head mildly as Belial triumphantly flew overhead, the crow limp and lifeless in his maw.
Because, sure enough, the flock descended, two crows for each human – their overjoyed, bizarre chorus flanking the halls. “Eyes!”
Unite and spread the heart apart
