Belial is unimpressed by the dictation that the birds can't harm him. When he was younger he might have blessed all of them to prove a point. Now, he is much too old to play this game.
"Hubris is folly." He finally turns his head toward the person. The eyes are fixed and don't track like a white eye that had vision still. The hawk brushed its cheek to the side of the angel's face.
"Nychta." He mentions as he runs his fingers into the feathers at the hawks neck. "is my eyes. He is not violent but he would defend us."
It's not even a warning, merely a statement of fact from the angel.
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Date: 2021-06-10 12:37 am (UTC)From:"Hubris is folly." He finally turns his head toward the person. The eyes are fixed and don't track like a white eye that had vision still. The hawk brushed its cheek to the side of the angel's face.
"Nychta." He mentions as he runs his fingers into the feathers at the hawks neck. "is my eyes. He is not violent but he would defend us."
It's not even a warning, merely a statement of fact from the angel.