Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
“And then you would have eaten it beforehand,” he uttered, the air of ease apparent in his voice, in the deep, rumbling teasing. “Nor would it have been a surprise.” Content with the range of truth and logic, his long limbs persisted, even as he leaned down to press his lips against the side of the Evergreen’s head. Intentionally, perhaps, dodging whatever teasing and torment was to come next, his strides increased with purposeful notions, casting her another embellished smirk over his shoulder.The stream rambled ahead, and Belial had already begun proclaiming his favored spot, hooting and scattering any small animals nearby. Deimos might have rolled his eyes, but he was determined to enjoy their small-scale venture without too many antics from the peryton, and simply followed the deer’s measures. Zuriel lagged behind, mouth full of long stalks of grass, trotting a few steps before snagging at another bunch, unbothered, capable of keeping them in sight.
Eventually, the water’s babbling took on a calmer notation, and Belial landed upon one of the many rock boundaries, carnivore eyes immediately searching for fish. The Sword took the opportunity of placing the pack down upon the ground, along its flat surface, where they’d be surrounded by nothing but greenery, mountains, and the calm wind for moments to come. “Suitable?” He inclined towards Evie with an arch of a brow, awaiting the approval before maneuvering further.
