DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The Sword’s smile was a proud one as they came towards the Citadel shrine, gifts, offerings, and portions of requirements amidst his bag of holding. Halo had accomplished another bounty of tasks, and with it, they’d be able to heighten the potential, the power, of the springs residing within the Fangs. Another way to appease and ease the hardy, stalwart community.
Taking his place beside the Evergreen, and bowing his head, Deimos laid out a variety of fruits produced from their own greenhouse, amidst some cream, and then the assorted essentials from their quests: the piles of efas herbs, blushberries, vials and jars of morning dew, and the bones of aimals from Hak Etme. Granting a wink to Evie out of the corner of his eye, he waited for her to proceed, before his own deep rumble indulged accordingly. “Halo remains eternally grateful.”
Taking his place beside the Evergreen, and bowing his head, Deimos laid out a variety of fruits produced from their own greenhouse, amidst some cream, and then the assorted essentials from their quests: the piles of efas herbs, blushberries, vials and jars of morning dew, and the bones of aimals from Hak Etme. Granting a wink to Evie out of the corner of his eye, he waited for her to proceed, before his own deep rumble indulged accordingly. “Halo remains eternally grateful.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
