DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He watched the cub – a perplexing little entity of greed and entitlement – before glancing upwards at Belial. The peryton sneered and snorted, and the Sword shrugged his shoulders, inclining back to his previous height after acknowledgements were exchanged. “I wish you luck with him,” came with a general chuckle, and considering Sah also had his own youths to mind, it seemed the hunter would be quite busy over the coming days.
But that was all right – because they’d all survived. And though it pierced and punctured down his spine as he thought over Ru and Enzo, and figments of reaching out to Kiada, his gaze meandered back to the Thunder. “And your children are fine?”
But that was all right – because they’d all survived. And though it pierced and punctured down his spine as he thought over Ru and Enzo, and figments of reaching out to Kiada, his gaze meandered back to the Thunder. “And your children are fine?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
