I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“We used them often during LongNight in the Grounds,” he offered, rising to his full height to peer over the boulder, watching them from a distance. The memories of their efforts served as visceral reminders for him frequently – and why, despite many other comrades’ insistence, he opted not to hunt them. Not when they’d selflessly guarded their makeshift shelters, not when the glow of their antlers warded off danger and the Voice’s demons. Even now, without the latter around, he still held them in high regard.
Sending Belial to continue gathering information overhead, and perhaps meander around to see if other predators stalked the herd, he watched as some simply picked through the snow, with hooves and muzzles, or the youth, much like the frost foxes he’d seen earlier with Evie, foolishly frolicked without a care in the world. “I like to see how they are doing every now and then,” by way of explanation of why he wandered out here. “They dislike my dark magic,” of which he had in multitudes, but the shrug of his shoulders to follow indicated he didn’t mind. “But they probably will not react to yours.”
Sending Belial to continue gathering information overhead, and perhaps meander around to see if other predators stalked the herd, he watched as some simply picked through the snow, with hooves and muzzles, or the youth, much like the frost foxes he’d seen earlier with Evie, foolishly frolicked without a care in the world. “I like to see how they are doing every now and then,” by way of explanation of why he wandered out here. “They dislike my dark magic,” of which he had in multitudes, but the shrug of his shoulders to follow indicated he didn’t mind. “But they probably will not react to yours.”
DEIMOS
