DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He probably should’ve expected Mildew at some point or another as he ventured along, but then again, the Sword had been accustomed to all manners of unpredictability. All his surmising, musings, and calculations couldn’t deter Belial’s emboldened chaos, nor the outstretch of others wandering into the same midst. Too drawn to the peryton’s antics, he hadn’t heard or noticed the demigod until her voice lingered over the swamp, and he permitted himself a vague snort; no manner of surprise or bewilderment notched through his frame. If anything altered, it was only his stance, straighter and more defined, as he glanced back over his shoulder towards her, and then returned his piercing gaze to the companion dawdling along the air. “Sometimes natural consequences for his actions are tempting.” A daring enterprise he wouldn’t want to sully from the youth, but there were right times and places; not for the snare of treacherous trees.
Within a moment though, his Mastered Air enchantments layered into the sky, and the peryton found himself ushered quickly, swiftly, efficiently, into Deimos’ grasp. As the companion howled and bleated with indignancy, flailing around, the soldier tucked him underneath his arm, ignoring the follies.
As for her inquiries, he tilted his head a fraction, giving off the actions of an inquiring, curious individual, at times more feline or canine, given the predacious affects. “No. I had been exploring with some friends.” Though perhaps that wasn’t something she’d take kindly to. “My apologies if we disturbed you.” Instead of digging further into those notions, he settled into the last statement, a light, mild laugh rumbling through. “Who have you found recently?” Pretending like he hadn’t hoped, or marked, a certain soul in the back of his mind.
Unite and spread the heart apart
