DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Despite being much more inclined to overt incantations or dominions of strength, the sneaky, cunning, and wily considerations of toxins weren’t lost on him – he had, after all, sought out Ray’s knowledge of the subject seasons before. He just hadn’t put them to the test, after all the meticulous, detailed planning; saved in the bottom of his bag for another time, another place. But this was somewhat beyond the realm of sleeping doses and moderate potions. Are there antidotes to all of them? A case by case discipline? Or were there some moments, some reaches, no one could come back from?
His thoughts whirled towards Zuriel, standing outside, completely ignoring them all. Would her measures be able to counteract the venom? Would others’ healing properties? Or could it be all for naught – a slow, painful, agonizing death?
The tiger’s eyes narrowed, taking in the surroundings, mulling proportions to himself. So much so that his calculations were only rendered gone and moot when Ray’s apology rang through the bond, and he glanced at the peryton again. He’d yet to see the companion in such a wary, hesitant state. Belial was usually one with enough energy, zest, and ridiculousness to surpass circumstances, but the snake rendering him as a springboard had apparently done some amount of damage and confusion. I will. I do not believe he was prepared for it. A pat on the head was granted by furry jawlines and ruffled feathers, and it seemed to counteract the tides of apprehension.
And the proffered gift of his lizard.
The companion took hold of it and hooted something to Ray, before tossing and gallivanting away. You are probably forgiven. And he snorted, going after another lizard that seemed entirely put off by their presence, marching forward until his presence ignited its notions of fleeing.
His thoughts whirled towards Zuriel, standing outside, completely ignoring them all. Would her measures be able to counteract the venom? Would others’ healing properties? Or could it be all for naught – a slow, painful, agonizing death?
The tiger’s eyes narrowed, taking in the surroundings, mulling proportions to himself. So much so that his calculations were only rendered gone and moot when Ray’s apology rang through the bond, and he glanced at the peryton again. He’d yet to see the companion in such a wary, hesitant state. Belial was usually one with enough energy, zest, and ridiculousness to surpass circumstances, but the snake rendering him as a springboard had apparently done some amount of damage and confusion. I will. I do not believe he was prepared for it. A pat on the head was granted by furry jawlines and ruffled feathers, and it seemed to counteract the tides of apprehension.
And the proffered gift of his lizard.
The companion took hold of it and hooted something to Ray, before tossing and gallivanting away. You are probably forgiven. And he snorted, going after another lizard that seemed entirely put off by their presence, marching forward until his presence ignited its notions of fleeing.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
