DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Shields and flowers, landings and shorelines, plans put in place if they had any benefits of times, measures, and fortune; Deimos knew better than all the likelihoods panning out directly. Perhaps this would merely be a test of their skills against whatever pitfalls meandered and mauled through the isle. Would Dahlia show, given how she was meant to be pre-occupied in Stormbreak? Or would something else?
“I can be healed now,” Deimos added with a slight grin; aiming to provide some levity. Otherwise, his powers remained much the same – strong and enduring, elemental and potent. Nodding along with assent onto the other machinations and calculations, he gave one last jutting of his jawline towards Starfall. “Best be off then.” And then he prepared to shift into his own half-thunderbird proportions, massive wings outstretching and ready.
“I can be healed now,” Deimos added with a slight grin; aiming to provide some levity. Otherwise, his powers remained much the same – strong and enduring, elemental and potent. Nodding along with assent onto the other machinations and calculations, he gave one last jutting of his jawline towards Starfall. “Best be off then.” And then he prepared to shift into his own half-thunderbird proportions, massive wings outstretching and ready.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
