DEIMOS
The peryton proved to be a distraction from the beginning, and Deimos could only shake his head, turning around in attempts to tend to Zuriel. Patting her softly on the neck, he inspected the saddlebags too, finding his bag of holding no worse for wear, and everything else he’d left behind. A soft murmur of thanks was extended to the mare, and then a few treats furtively slipped towards her on an open palm, so Belial wouldn’t see him spoiling the other. It seemed he was entertained regardless.
The winged deer hooted loudly as the pending water splashed over him – completely unbothered by the whole thing. Shaking off the droplets, while still immersed, he utilized his feathers to spring a cascade back upon the mermaid.
The Sword narrowed his eyes as one happened to be sent his way – and the competitive edge in him re-emerged very quickly, as incantations silently churned the liquid right back to the perpetrators, intending to douse them in the element, with nothing more than an arched brow.
The winged deer hooted loudly as the pending water splashed over him – completely unbothered by the whole thing. Shaking off the droplets, while still immersed, he utilized his feathers to spring a cascade back upon the mermaid.
The Sword narrowed his eyes as one happened to be sent his way – and the competitive edge in him re-emerged very quickly, as incantations silently churned the liquid right back to the perpetrators, intending to douse them in the element, with nothing more than an arched brow.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
