[PQ] special shade of red

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The ominous declaration from Noah was enough to keep the apprehension flickering through the eagle’s form; long enough until they all seemed to congregate in the same area. The Sentinel and Alys did well in their attempt to flee – for there was no disturbance from ursur, prey, or the blood trail that told a story no one would be reading today. Instead, the Sword and his counterparts drifted downward, meeting the other two in a silent shift from bird to man, patting Zuriel as she rolled her eyes and Belial meandered through the air. “The herd is beyond that set of rocks,” and he pointed towards the boulders in the distance, a good cover for the grazing beasts, striving to find grass under the piles of snow. Pulling on the sled, and willing it to merely slide over the powder and make no other noise, he kept his voice down, so that nothing would startle the intended marks far beyond. “What would you like to do?” There was always the age-old distraction method, especially with their range of shifts and magic. Or he could run them – chase some weaker portions towards the others. But best to see which strategies either of them craved to yield towards. -- Head towards the deer and put together a plan! No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace