DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He altered soon thereafter, a shift from sienna wings and sharpened talons to his usual monolithic stature. His brow arched, perhaps expectantly, at the bear, waiting for her to strike down the last, remaining foe, briefly amused as fangs tore, birds fell, and she finally ended the notions. In a few moments she too had returned to prior forms, and his attention went to the corpses.
Belial gleefully rampaged over at the offering, but Deimos’ warning through their bond solidified he wouldn’t be gnawing it down – not with the unknown contamination and infestation abilities. Instead, the peryton was permitted a few moments of play, where he hooted and tossed it about as though it were a new toy.
Until the Sword glared, and the deer snorted, laying it amongst the rest of the void cretins. Thereafter, the Warden promptly set them on fire, incantations of magic turning and churning them into a brief inferno. Nonchalant and unbothered by all the proceedings, he eventually turned back to the stranger. “Apologies for any interference. Do you need help?”
Belial gleefully rampaged over at the offering, but Deimos’ warning through their bond solidified he wouldn’t be gnawing it down – not with the unknown contamination and infestation abilities. Instead, the peryton was permitted a few moments of play, where he hooted and tossed it about as though it were a new toy.
Until the Sword glared, and the deer snorted, laying it amongst the rest of the void cretins. Thereafter, the Warden promptly set them on fire, incantations of magic turning and churning them into a brief inferno. Nonchalant and unbothered by all the proceedings, he eventually turned back to the stranger. “Apologies for any interference. Do you need help?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
