DEIMOS
Perhaps it was tedious, or something another member of the guild would be capable of doing, but Deimos didn’t mind wandering into the depths of the Oerwoud, notebook in hand. There’d been intention behind his movements and motions today, even with both companions accompanying – he’d been hoping Belial would likely be able to stir up the specific bird he was looking for – hands going back and forth to the unfinished journal. While the flying creature wouldn’t be considered a monster, the notions of the animal’s venomous prowess had been circulating through the market square, and being infinitely nosey, the Sword had ventured forth to record and document with pictures and facts. Especially since the rest of their information was back in Halo, where he couldn't reach.
Weapons strapped to his side, bag of holding over his shoulder, and sleeves long since rolled up, the only complaint he’d have was the humidity, but it seemed to be a year-round affliction in the jungle. So rather than wrinkling his nose, he inclined towards a rock near the bridge, leaning against the stone, adjusting the charcoal in his hand. “All right, Belial,” he encouraged the young peryton, who instantly nodded, and began rummaging his way along the canopy, clearing trying to bombard his way through and flush out the particular avian.
Weapons strapped to his side, bag of holding over his shoulder, and sleeves long since rolled up, the only complaint he’d have was the humidity, but it seemed to be a year-round affliction in the jungle. So rather than wrinkling his nose, he inclined towards a rock near the bridge, leaning against the stone, adjusting the charcoal in his hand. “All right, Belial,” he encouraged the young peryton, who instantly nodded, and began rummaging his way along the canopy, clearing trying to bombard his way through and flush out the particular avian.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
