DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
“Depends,” Deimos offered dryly in return; with half a smirk embedded in the corner of his mouth. If given enough time and measure, most things eroded; the earth altered, shifted, changed. One would only need to look at Halo to see how much it had morphed after the war, and during Starfall’s unfortunate outreach. Water had its own power and capabilities. Then, there were inhabitants themselves…which he believed coincided mostly with the hot springs current issue. “I wonder if it has been due to more people in the area.” But he didn’t mind patching away any portions; not if the hot springs had become a nestled place for healing measures for Halovians and the world alike; especially with recent advancements.
Snorting at the sudden storm, but entirely unbothered by it, Deimos put his head down as well and got to work. Rather than fishing stones out of the springs as Sah and Luka did, he opted to find some nearby. Dusting the snow off of them, he snagged several larger factions that would be more difficult for any individuals to maneuver or slide around.
The father and son combination worked well, as Luka’s maneuvers within the water were assisted by Sah (the younger nearly dropped several).
Glancing over their current work, the Sword figured grabbing more now would alleviate future work on the other corners. “We can grab a few more, then place them.” Maybe when the storm had passed as well.
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Grab some more rocks by whatever means!
Snorting at the sudden storm, but entirely unbothered by it, Deimos put his head down as well and got to work. Rather than fishing stones out of the springs as Sah and Luka did, he opted to find some nearby. Dusting the snow off of them, he snagged several larger factions that would be more difficult for any individuals to maneuver or slide around.
The father and son combination worked well, as Luka’s maneuvers within the water were assisted by Sah (the younger nearly dropped several).
Glancing over their current work, the Sword figured grabbing more now would alleviate future work on the other corners. “We can grab a few more, then place them.” Maybe when the storm had passed as well.
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Grab some more rocks by whatever means!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
