this is the reckoning
The response prompted a dignified snort from both Deimos and Zuriel, but the rest of it was lost on the notions of promised challenges, instigating, and a race back to the Citadel. Ensuring Belial would be following along, the Sword shifted back into his hellhound prowess, waiting for everything to be settled…
Before charging off, massive muscles and powerful framework sending him onward, along the haze of ice and snow, bounding along, eating up stride after stride with glorious triumph and freedom.
And probably, purposefully, goading the rest of the dogs with a lengthy, purposeful howl, bursting along with motions and maneuvers until they reached the Citadel.
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Before charging off, massive muscles and powerful framework sending him onward, along the haze of ice and snow, bounding along, eating up stride after stride with glorious triumph and freedom.
And probably, purposefully, goading the rest of the dogs with a lengthy, purposeful howl, bursting along with motions and maneuvers until they reached the Citadel.
{FIN}
DEIMOS
