DEIMOS
The spirited beast hastened over little inclines and rises in the ice, glacial wares and expanses from long, long before they’d walked here. Wings spread, the obsidian deer rallied higher and higher in the wind, using his wondrous eyes to track the world around them. Sometimes dipping, sometimes twirling, sometimes conspiring, but more or less occupying his time with turning his head, with spying upon the grounds below. More than once Deimos had to remind Belial what the mission actually was; and then the images would be sent forth.Eventually, likely more than one hundred yards away, the peryton traced over a herd of reindeer. A massive spread of animals – pickings and choosings not slim by any means. In the span of silence, the Sword relayed the information back to Sah, and permitted Belial to return. “He spotted some reindeer.” Glancing at the sled, really only occupied by a variety of tools for future gutting, he opted to drag it at the very least up the modest hill; and it’d be less of a burden on them when they managed a kill.
While they walked, he listened – brows furrowing lightly, eyes trailing the endless patches of ivory for differences in hues. He gave naught away, stoicism and reticence coinciding amidst one another, and only the plumes of air from his breath curling away. “That is a shame. Is there something that needs to be done about it?” If so, he could always release Sah back towards the Citadel, and carry on by himself.
As for his own emotions? A light snort extended into the wind, and he hoped it would disappear with it too. “Keeping my head down and myself occupied,” with a shrug of his shoulders; because what else was he to do?
Besides plot, of course.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
