[PQ] special shade of red

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Now there was a rhythm to the hunting machinations – seamless and undaunted, all three falling into perpetual lines of assault and siege. Noah’s incantations finally earned him a clean kill, and the buck went down with little to no fight. Eira’s motions towards the doe, now after several passes, ensured the panic-stricken and fatigued animal could be felled, crumpling into the snow. Alys’s accuracy remained nearly uncanny, and she’d been wise to avoid the demigod’s path. Her arrow flew, pummeling another young stag straight through the neck, and it wouldn’t have felt a thing as it too descended into the terrain with a dull thud. The Sword reached forth with his Life Drain once again, forging it along until it slithered and struck an elderly doe rampaging into the enchantment’s path. Within an instant she was gone, and together they’d clambered together more than enough to haul home. Lifting his head from the study and perusal of their wares, he announced the end of the hunt. “We have enough,” maneuvering forward to grab hold of the animal, intending to maneuver her towards the sled. And while his constituents may have protested, there was plenty of meat on the animals, and they shouldn’t be weakening the herd further either. Not if next year’s intervals mattered too. -- Load the deer on the sled and then they can head home! No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace