DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With his responsibilities cut, slashed, and torn apart, and still with the overwhelming need to help others, Deimos hadn’t resisted the notice board post. Sah had required a lot of assistance in several forms: training, advice, creation, but the Sword wouldn’t begrudge or judge the situation. All of them, at some point, had needed some semblance of help – and it made Halo stronger, to band the community together, and uplift one another’s efforts.
Which was why he made his way over to the Abandoned’s home, curious about the expansion for his work in hunting and tracking. Would it be much like Noah’s, an extension of storage adornments, or something else altogether? Mulling over the possibilities shortened the walk over; and he nodded as Sah began listing out the requirements.
The options were considered and weighed; important, encompassing aspects of a building. His eyes went to the supplies, and then to any others circulating. “I can take the roof.” Especially with the amount of times he’d shingled, repaired, or improved those figments. Then he set to work.
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Deimos goes to work on the roof!
Which was why he made his way over to the Abandoned’s home, curious about the expansion for his work in hunting and tracking. Would it be much like Noah’s, an extension of storage adornments, or something else altogether? Mulling over the possibilities shortened the walk over; and he nodded as Sah began listing out the requirements.
The options were considered and weighed; important, encompassing aspects of a building. His eyes went to the supplies, and then to any others circulating. “I can take the roof.” Especially with the amount of times he’d shingled, repaired, or improved those figments. Then he set to work.
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Deimos goes to work on the roof!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
