DEIMOS
They were not to be alone in their curiosity for long. There was a rise in Belial’s senses, in the shift of Zuriel’s ears, in the indication of movement and motion; enough to make him turn, head over brawny shoulders, to see the incoming stranger. Though, perhaps not one at all, given correlations and connections between Hotaru.
He’d never met the Nightshade; but the Valkyrie’s indications had been enough and stoked some manner of a picture. Enough that some respect was due and owed, if not for her sovereignty, then at least for her willingness to listen to Sah and Cordelia. So his spine was less ramrod straight and his frame less taut with predacious instincts; enough to denote the warrior offered no threatening stance. Instead, the Sword gave her a sweeping nod of his skull, before it tilted in a silent inquiry. Likely too many for the instant.
The statement was met with a brief snort, probably much in the way of agreement. With his arm still clutched around Belial (because the peryton had begun flapping his wings and wanted nothing more than to go towards the dragon), Deimos lifted his gaze back to the tunnels, to the hollowed out proportions of Stygian angles and pursuits. “The world is vast, and seemingly not at the same time.” Leagues and lands not yet seen, not yet touched, not yet known by these particular mortals, and still, they always managed to find others in similar parameters. “Have you been in these before?,” jutting his jaw towards the caverns.
He’d never met the Nightshade; but the Valkyrie’s indications had been enough and stoked some manner of a picture. Enough that some respect was due and owed, if not for her sovereignty, then at least for her willingness to listen to Sah and Cordelia. So his spine was less ramrod straight and his frame less taut with predacious instincts; enough to denote the warrior offered no threatening stance. Instead, the Sword gave her a sweeping nod of his skull, before it tilted in a silent inquiry. Likely too many for the instant.
The statement was met with a brief snort, probably much in the way of agreement. With his arm still clutched around Belial (because the peryton had begun flapping his wings and wanted nothing more than to go towards the dragon), Deimos lifted his gaze back to the tunnels, to the hollowed out proportions of Stygian angles and pursuits. “The world is vast, and seemingly not at the same time.” Leagues and lands not yet seen, not yet touched, not yet known by these particular mortals, and still, they always managed to find others in similar parameters. “Have you been in these before?,” jutting his jaw towards the caverns.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
