DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With no specifics given, the area they stood upon seemed as good as any, and Deimos alternated between watching the horizon, the surrounding area, and the planting itself. Though Remi suggested Sunjata’s capabilities, the Sword was just as able, and he only gave a slight smile towards all of them. “I doubt it,” amused, he wrinkled his nose, adding his own concoction and elements to the mix, hoping that would be enough to solidify the means and measures of what they’d come for.
And while certainly not uneventful, it had gone in a far different direction than probably any of them had expected. “Time to head back?”
If they were all in agreement, they could fly back from whence they’d came – one less dragon on them, and one lily securing a shelter for the future.
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Deimos uses his own Mastered Water on the lily.
[FIN]
And while certainly not uneventful, it had gone in a far different direction than probably any of them had expected. “Time to head back?”
If they were all in agreement, they could fly back from whence they’d came – one less dragon on them, and one lily securing a shelter for the future.
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Deimos uses his own Mastered Water on the lily.
[FIN]
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
