I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The longer they walked, the more the tracks became discernible; definitive amidst the ice and snow, deer-laden trails indicating far more than a group of stragglers. Once or twice he paused to smell the ground, lowering his massive head to gain more insights, before turning in another direction, following the midst of clues – almost snorting as he could hear Alys striving to catch up. Belial provided and presided above, his own agent of chaos, with some silent promise between the pair to not gallivant and scare off the intrepid cervine. Even if predator impulses blended and melded into their minds with rapt fixation.
Before long though, their forms could be seen from yards upon yards ahead. A large herd, likely more than forty, stopping, pausing, resting amidst their sojourns, likely to greener portions along the seasonal changes. Glowing horns were vibrant even in the midst of the day, signature differentiations between any other deer, and why he’d never hunt them.
He ducked behind a larger boulder, enough to conceal his figure, shifting promptly back into his human form, with a wry grin on his features. “Luxere,” he explained briefly in a rumbling whisper, with the crook of a grin resting in the corner of his mouth.
Before long though, their forms could be seen from yards upon yards ahead. A large herd, likely more than forty, stopping, pausing, resting amidst their sojourns, likely to greener portions along the seasonal changes. Glowing horns were vibrant even in the midst of the day, signature differentiations between any other deer, and why he’d never hunt them.
He ducked behind a larger boulder, enough to conceal his figure, shifting promptly back into his human form, with a wry grin on his features. “Luxere,” he explained briefly in a rumbling whisper, with the crook of a grin resting in the corner of his mouth.
DEIMOS
