DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Excitement and exhilaration hadn’t been in his mind for quite some time – so it was a shock to feel it so readily in the companion’s movements, motions, and requests. With a steady laugh and resolute patience, he attempted to create the aspects Lilly was looking for: forest-themes, nooks and crannies, moss laden as if she were back in another time, another world.
Eventually, when it was done and his brain had endured a multitude of barrages, he gave the beast one last pat on the head before sighing, relinquishing from his crouch, and stretching back out into the rest of the void. Everyone else seemed to have done decently, and he had no judgement for Sah’s décor arranging (since Deimos himself had nearly none either). Simplicity, at least when someone was starting out, seemed to the best maneuver.
He turned and nodded towards the Abandoned, dusting off his hands, stomach rumbling quietly, muffling his snort at the last reverberation. “You are welcome.” And hopefully before long, they’d have the promise of dinner too.
Eventually, when it was done and his brain had endured a multitude of barrages, he gave the beast one last pat on the head before sighing, relinquishing from his crouch, and stretching back out into the rest of the void. Everyone else seemed to have done decently, and he had no judgement for Sah’s décor arranging (since Deimos himself had nearly none either). Simplicity, at least when someone was starting out, seemed to the best maneuver.
He turned and nodded towards the Abandoned, dusting off his hands, stomach rumbling quietly, muffling his snort at the last reverberation. “You are welcome.” And hopefully before long, they’d have the promise of dinner too.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
