DEIMOS
With everything in place, and his head bursting over the surface, he took a moment to breathe in air not orchestrated by his own magic. It filled his lungs and absorbed into his blood, his bones, with a feeling of ease; lowering the need for incantations as he sauntered towards the rocks, and ensured the line followed suit. Barefoot but stalwart, steady, on the slippery and boulder components, he snorted at Chrys’s commands, but followed suit, lifting the line upwards so she could drop the stones within the jar.
“That should do it,” he rumbled out loud, rather than over the Attuned proportions – though his eyes drifted instantly back along the pool’s edges. From there, sure enough, the distance outlined distinct, familiar silhouettes, likely following his movements and exploits through bonds and souls. Belial could be seen first, wings outstretched and a very loud hoot bellowing from his swift figure – coming in on the promise of abrupt movements.
“That should do it,” he rumbled out loud, rather than over the Attuned proportions – though his eyes drifted instantly back along the pool’s edges. From there, sure enough, the distance outlined distinct, familiar silhouettes, likely following his movements and exploits through bonds and souls. Belial could be seen first, wings outstretched and a very loud hoot bellowing from his swift figure – coming in on the promise of abrupt movements.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
