Deimos
Staying occupied and immersed in duties, in responsibilities, helped stave off the apprehension coiling deeper and deeper into his chest. Each day the war loomed a little darker, a little more tangible, along the outline of horizons. But when he grew still, it pressed and overwhelmed, curling down each notch of his spine and curve of his ribcage.
So he ran amongst and amidst with his soldiers, as they rampaged along the newly-configured walls, as they hoped the routines would bear some fruit of their labors, that they’d be strong and enduring and capable when the bloodshed called. Only when they’d made their final lap did one of the guards inform him of the other Wardens’ whereabouts – enough to give him a furrowed brow and concern, bowing out and promising to meet with the others later.
Zuriel and Belial accompanied, on just in case measures, as he pressed into the snow, touching along brinks of dawn with the same seditious rise of his jaw, angled into the chill. The peryton flew ahead and spotted Evie immediately, confirming the notions with a mental image into their links and bonds.
So upon his approach, he announced his presence with the deep, familiar rumble, a brow arched, stance solid and stoic, pondering over the mutilation of the trunk, the thud of the ax, and maybe things she wasn’t telling him. “You all right?”
So he ran amongst and amidst with his soldiers, as they rampaged along the newly-configured walls, as they hoped the routines would bear some fruit of their labors, that they’d be strong and enduring and capable when the bloodshed called. Only when they’d made their final lap did one of the guards inform him of the other Wardens’ whereabouts – enough to give him a furrowed brow and concern, bowing out and promising to meet with the others later.
Zuriel and Belial accompanied, on just in case measures, as he pressed into the snow, touching along brinks of dawn with the same seditious rise of his jaw, angled into the chill. The peryton flew ahead and spotted Evie immediately, confirming the notions with a mental image into their links and bonds.
So upon his approach, he announced his presence with the deep, familiar rumble, a brow arched, stance solid and stoic, pondering over the mutilation of the trunk, the thud of the ax, and maybe things she wasn’t telling him. “You all right?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
