Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
“It was not terrible,” and the Sword shrugged too, knife neatly, cleanly, peeling the pelt away from the rest of marrow and bone. Not as a hellhound anyway, snagging and consuming as a vicious carnivore, a vehement predator. Notions of Noah possibly teasing and taunting him hadn’t been a stretch of possibilities, but he’d heard other hunters talking and discussing the matters too – sometimes even the soldiers amongst the barracks, while they traded stories after skirmishes and spars.
Even if the Sentinel had, no harm had been done. The semblances of trust had been well-woven and immersed between them anyway; Noah had been part of the reason Deimos had survived the last widespread illness.
“Sounds like you do not want its power,” and here he grinned, teasing, but not pushing the courier to commit to one action or another, before finishing up on his portions of the fur.
Even if the Sentinel had, no harm had been done. The semblances of trust had been well-woven and immersed between them anyway; Noah had been part of the reason Deimos had survived the last widespread illness.
“Sounds like you do not want its power,” and here he grinned, teasing, but not pushing the courier to commit to one action or another, before finishing up on his portions of the fur.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
