DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
“I can agree to that,” he uttered with a snort and a residual shake of his head, though not in pretense or sedition; but in the truth and heart of the matter. Even if it was difficult to believe in the idea of peace, amidst the swarm of it settled around them. Sometimes the Sword still didn’t know what to do with himself in the notions of restoration and repose.
But it was time for a parting of ways, and so he nodded towards Fox. “Nice to meet you too. Enjoy yourself.” Perhaps Fox would gain greater insight about the world, just as Deimos had done on this day. “I will look for it,” on promises of letters and missives. “Take care.” And with a wave, and a swing of Belial’s tail, they were off, further down into the caverns.
{FIN <3}
But it was time for a parting of ways, and so he nodded towards Fox. “Nice to meet you too. Enjoy yourself.” Perhaps Fox would gain greater insight about the world, just as Deimos had done on this day. “I will look for it,” on promises of letters and missives. “Take care.” And with a wave, and a swing of Belial’s tail, they were off, further down into the caverns.
{FIN <3}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
