death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Deimos had taken his own way there – for discernible reasons – on extended thunderbird wings and notions of reticence. Even flying, though eternally enjoyable, liberating, and its own brand of freedom, had ruffled at his feathers, cultivated a deluge of rancorous thoughts in his mind. But he was far more committed to his land, enough to override the pettiness carving its way through his ribs, than to derision and irritation.
Landing, shifting, and altering into his residual stone-faced, monolithic presence, he was grateful to have Belial attending. The peryton could at least alleviate some of his taciturn nature, and Zuriel, despite traveling restrictions anyway, would’ve simply meandered straight into the insouciance with him, and then neither would’ve left – mired and rooted in their demeanors.
So while he said nothing at all as he traversed nearby, completely unbothered by the heat (not with the fire existing within his blood), or Belial’s obnoxious hooting, his piercing eyes flickered along apertures, precipices, and the unyielding stone, intending to catch an opportunity of snagging at the nearest lava wyrms. Bag of holding over his shoulder, and carrying several containers within, he figured if the animals melted through the fixtures and vessels, he could always make more. Something stronger.
Glancing at Talyson from the corner of his eye as the courier spoke, the Sword half-intended for it to come out as a growl. Instead, it was a low rumble from between a nearly-locked jaw. “No.” Turning to the right, his long strides swept over the ground with ease. “I am going to look over here,” pointing towards a wall in the distance, some brighter hues flickering along it.
Landing, shifting, and altering into his residual stone-faced, monolithic presence, he was grateful to have Belial attending. The peryton could at least alleviate some of his taciturn nature, and Zuriel, despite traveling restrictions anyway, would’ve simply meandered straight into the insouciance with him, and then neither would’ve left – mired and rooted in their demeanors.
So while he said nothing at all as he traversed nearby, completely unbothered by the heat (not with the fire existing within his blood), or Belial’s obnoxious hooting, his piercing eyes flickered along apertures, precipices, and the unyielding stone, intending to catch an opportunity of snagging at the nearest lava wyrms. Bag of holding over his shoulder, and carrying several containers within, he figured if the animals melted through the fixtures and vessels, he could always make more. Something stronger.
Glancing at Talyson from the corner of his eye as the courier spoke, the Sword half-intended for it to come out as a growl. Instead, it was a low rumble from between a nearly-locked jaw. “No.” Turning to the right, his long strides swept over the ground with ease. “I am going to look over here,” pointing towards a wall in the distance, some brighter hues flickering along it.
DEIMOS
