you shine brighter than anyone

DEIMOS

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

If a creature was bold enough to jump out with him around, Deimos would probably welcome the opportunity to maul something – but when it remained still and silent, he simply arched his brow at the youth again. They were all impetuous and good-natured at some point in time; growing more jaundiced and bitter through life experiences. He wouldn’t deign to lead her down some path of ruin already. Caido often did enough damage on its own.

Acknowledgments for Belial, however, would be better received. He nodded, and the peryton launched forward. “I will warn you, he is very obnoxious,” came along a deep rumble, for the deer was already hooting loudly, whirling around her legs in a tight circle, wings unfurled, clearly waiting for some manner of gratitude.

The unicorn snorted, leaving the nature of whether she’d wanted to assist up in the air, before the Sword watched Sohalia fumble around with the towel – not figuring on it being an awkward subject. “I can dry it,” he offered, taking the object, and immediately snaking out the excess water with his elemental adornments; the particles evaporating before their eyes. “But I live in Halo. Yourself?”

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