I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He nodded, for the deer had always done the best they could. They had no way to stop the multitudes of people who still wandered out of their shelters during the deadliest week of the year. Even when the guild had burned down, they’d remained until panic had overtaken them, keeping the rest of their stronghold safe until they could snag refuges and sanctuaries once more. “We used to lure them with hay, apples, and singing.” He permitted another cheeky smile to endeavor through his quiet, rumbling whisper, watching as more of them stretched out along the outskirts of the herd, foraging as best they could.
Deimos knew he couldn’t interfere or grant them any such things now – it would disrupt the cycles and motions of the group – but it didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted. Glancing at Alys from the corner of his eye, he shrugged. “Then you do not need to.”
His eyes narrowed though, as the peryton overhead relayed information, a collection of images from the carnivorous beast’s eyes. “Belial sees an ursur further ahead,” jutting his jawline over to the right. The predator was probably intending to catch some pocket or corner of the deer undetected, and snatch a young or infirm one.
Deimos knew he couldn’t interfere or grant them any such things now – it would disrupt the cycles and motions of the group – but it didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted. Glancing at Alys from the corner of his eye, he shrugged. “Then you do not need to.”
His eyes narrowed though, as the peryton overhead relayed information, a collection of images from the carnivorous beast’s eyes. “Belial sees an ursur further ahead,” jutting his jawline over to the right. The predator was probably intending to catch some pocket or corner of the deer undetected, and snatch a young or infirm one.
DEIMOS
