Deimos
While Zuriel worked, Deimos shifted his head to watch as Belial taunted the glotters again, another sigh filling his lungs, before filtering back out. “Yes,” slightly pained, as if admitting the notions sometimes hurt. The peryton snapped at a few of the chattering creatures overhead, and he was half-inclined in ruining the companion’s day by beckoning a few snaps of his Air magic, and then tucking the deer under his arm like a toddler. For now, he allowed him a few more moments of play, if only because his attention deviated back to the situation at hand.
Piercing eyes flickered over patched-over wounds, granting a nod when the healing was completed. Zuriel snorted at the croon, but accepted it otherwise, while the Sword retrieved a treat from his pocket for the unicorn. Unbothered by the sway of the other individual, because he had no reason to be suspicious presently, he turned to adjust the mare’s saddlebags as the unicorn daintily chomped down on her reward. “No.” In another time, like prior to war, he might’ve pressed for vital information, for schemes and plots. Nowadays, with nothing threatening over the horizon, he was content to leave moments as they were. Altering direction, with every intention of departing further down the shoreline, he pointed out several other traps that seemed to mar the way. “Just watch your step.”
Piercing eyes flickered over patched-over wounds, granting a nod when the healing was completed. Zuriel snorted at the croon, but accepted it otherwise, while the Sword retrieved a treat from his pocket for the unicorn. Unbothered by the sway of the other individual, because he had no reason to be suspicious presently, he turned to adjust the mare’s saddlebags as the unicorn daintily chomped down on her reward. “No.” In another time, like prior to war, he might’ve pressed for vital information, for schemes and plots. Nowadays, with nothing threatening over the horizon, he was content to leave moments as they were. Altering direction, with every intention of departing further down the shoreline, he pointed out several other traps that seemed to mar the way. “Just watch your step.”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
