DEIMOS
The trio, the Sword and his companions, had taken the last few days to gather supplies amongst the Oerwoud: materials, animals, other flora and fauna they likely wouldn’t find within King’s End, and certainly not at this time of year. It was means to get ahead, to make attempts on salvaging what they could muster without any other assistance, and thus far the labor and walks had proved fruitful: Zuriel’s saddlebags full of preserves, and a flock of unfortunate guinea fowl found by Belial.
“No more,” he grumbled to the peryton, who’d found himself quite fit to snag and grab whatever he could. A greedy notion made by a predator’s young, ardent zeal – but not necessary by Deimos’ terms nor the rest of the refugees. “We have enough.” And so the peryton huffed and puffed, clearly pouting, offering the last bird in his jaws. He earned a pat and a few scratches for his efforts and ability to alter the course, though Deimos snorted at the temper, ignoring and not giving rise to his antics.
Tying off the last bird, figuring they could pluck them when they reached shelter, they rounded the next bend, when a curious section seemed to open up.
Tunnels.
Without thought he grabbed hold of Belial before the deer could saunter off with abandon, and had no need to do so with Zuriel, who was far wiser than the rest of them. The unicorn lifted her head and stared incredulously, an arch to her brow indicating something else, and Deimos chose not to read too far into it – simply standing before the series of apertures. He’d gone into enough caves to know better.
“No more,” he grumbled to the peryton, who’d found himself quite fit to snag and grab whatever he could. A greedy notion made by a predator’s young, ardent zeal – but not necessary by Deimos’ terms nor the rest of the refugees. “We have enough.” And so the peryton huffed and puffed, clearly pouting, offering the last bird in his jaws. He earned a pat and a few scratches for his efforts and ability to alter the course, though Deimos snorted at the temper, ignoring and not giving rise to his antics.
Tying off the last bird, figuring they could pluck them when they reached shelter, they rounded the next bend, when a curious section seemed to open up.
Tunnels.
Without thought he grabbed hold of Belial before the deer could saunter off with abandon, and had no need to do so with Zuriel, who was far wiser than the rest of them. The unicorn lifted her head and stared incredulously, an arch to her brow indicating something else, and Deimos chose not to read too far into it – simply standing before the series of apertures. He’d gone into enough caves to know better.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
