creatures of contradictions

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Talyson’s quiet didn’t bother him; in fact, Deimos largely preferred it, given all the other circumstances blending and blurring for over a year. He tilted his head towards Ru’s suggestions, on the habits of foxes, on the notions of what to expect. “We can hope for the latter,” given a wry grin, knowing how much that mattered in the long run. But since this was their initial outing, and they had nothing to go off of but vague rumors, the notions and speculations would be theirs to hone and discover. “I would prefer scouting first,” and his eyes glanced upwards, towards Belial, Boreal, and then ministrations of their own accords. “If we shift, and the companions search as well, we can cover a broader area.” The courier on the ground would have his own vantage points too, depending on which portions he wanted to cover. Leaving his bag with Zuriel, who was quite content with the massive amount of grazing to be done, the Sword chose his eagle shift, rather than the massive thunderbird, for the occasion. Faster, and far less imposing, it would serve as a semblance of normalcy against the sky, especially if it was lazy gliding, rather than a hunting, predacious prowess. From there, he could float from above, catching a few thermals, sharp eyes taking in the grass, looking for any alteration in hues or wildlife. -- Feel free to post your character getting into position/searching out. I’ll dice roll for our success/failure! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace