you shine brighter than anyone

DEIMOS

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates

His brow remained firmly arched – mostly inwardly befuddled at some measure of naivete from the stranger. Perhaps she’d been sheltered in the past few years, for all Deimos had known were lethal, treacherous, and minacious beasts – but maybe that spoke more of his experiences (and penchant for) in precarious and perilous situations. “There are many dangerous animals around,” and he was half-tempted to start rattling some off, but wondered if that would be too much on notions of misadventures today.

Finding nothing amiss with Belial, he might’ve simply departed, gone back the way he came, but then the youth seemed intent on introductions. Rising back from his slight crouch, he nodded, adding the name to a list of distinctions and newfound individuals. “I am Deimos.” Then, because he figured it would be some measure of justification, he pointed towards his carnivorous deer. “Belial,” and then jabbed his thumb towards the unicorn. “Zuriel.” A pause within other considerations earned another shrug of shoulders. "She can heal you if you need it." She'd said she was fine earlier, but sometimes there were instances later in which the opposite was also true.

The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead