Deimos
Belial was the first to notice another approaching – with a pulse of devilish amusement and a flash of maneuvering ears. Zuriel and Deimos both imparted some semblance of a warning, though the Sword’s came on a heavy sigh, and the peryton stayed put within the sled, but anyone would be able to tell the mischief was well and wholly immersed. All the more ridiculous to the other counterparts – figuring the companion could have far better things to accomplish than irritating a dog.
As if by future apology, the General reached into his pockets with a free hand and tossed a treat towards the canine, nodding towards the courier as he ambled up to the sled. His brow arched, pondering if he was inspecting the wares, before snorting at the query. “No.” Considering the amount he had, there were a few more stops along the way before he’d have to return to his home for more, where the logs had been split. “But I figured more supplies could not hurt.” A protector for Halo in more than one way.
His piercing gaze flickered back to Talyson, the vague head tilt measured and calculated as he took hold of the rope and continued walking, pulling the sled along with little effort. “What are you up to?”
As if by future apology, the General reached into his pockets with a free hand and tossed a treat towards the canine, nodding towards the courier as he ambled up to the sled. His brow arched, pondering if he was inspecting the wares, before snorting at the query. “No.” Considering the amount he had, there were a few more stops along the way before he’d have to return to his home for more, where the logs had been split. “But I figured more supplies could not hurt.” A protector for Halo in more than one way.
His piercing gaze flickered back to Talyson, the vague head tilt measured and calculated as he took hold of the rope and continued walking, pulling the sled along with little effort. “What are you up to?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
