DEIMOS
Hunting was a potent distraction – a time he could utilize all his strengths without fault or flaw. Tactical means and calculations, power and menace, allowing every little bit to unfold and breathe and unleash into the world. The benefits in food, furs, and any other filaments for the Citadel were a bonus – there to feed upon the carnivore ambitions, the infernal, incessant wakes of his predator means. But at his inquiry, the beast raised his brow – the lightest of smirks delving into the corner of his mouth – mostly because he presumed Sah wouldn’t want to meet up with an ursur just yet.There were other animals anyway. While he wouldn’t be picking luxere, due to far too many affinities with them, the other logical choices existed well upon the plains. “We might be able to find some deer or moose.” His eyes went towards the young peryton above, drifting on the breeze, and decided to put him to work. “Belial,” and the antlered creature responded with a welcome bleat, hastening off further along the knolls. By way of explanation, Deimos turned back towards Sah. “He can scout ahead.” And that way, while he dragged the sled along, and Zuriel likely stayed behind, they could prepare.
His gaze went towards the younger man though, head tilting a fraction, eyes narrowing, contemplating restlessness and other factions. “Anything wrong?” Distractions could mean something else entirely when tracking and trekking.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
