DEIMOS
Zuriel’s eyes narrowed – she’d been enough of a babysitter to the monolith, and now she apparently had a cub to entertain and watch over. There was an idle huff in between that the Sword simply chose to ignore; figuring the haughty attitude would diminish, and if Sah couldn’t control his companion, then some other life lessons would have to be in order. The mare moved on, following her bonded, with only the slightest glance down at the youth. A snort ensued towards the other Abandoned, and then she contributed to her part.Belial led them onward, a hovering little shadow as they maneuvered along the icy plains. Eventually, beyond a cluster of rocks and boulders jettisoning from the rest of the flattened exterior, was the herd. The peryton dove back down and joined the group – Deimos leaving his sled, Zuriel, and Lilly there, while he motioned towards Sah to come glance around the stones.
There were multitudes – large, small, young, old, capable, strong, fit, weak, and infirm. “Take a look,” he insisted – and if Sah’s wolfish past was anything to go by, he’d be able to pick out which they could take down easily, efficiently. The Sword had already designated a few prime targets, especially one close by that appeared to be ancient, judging by it meek movements and aged coat. “Which do you want to go after?”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
