DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
On another rare occasion that Deimos could be home and not plotting with other leaders or powerful individuals, he swept through the Halo grounds and roads with intent and purpose. There were a few errands to run, then he’d have a brief opportunity to patrol, spar with the rest of the soldiers, and probably get back to the Ignatius threshold with an opportunity to tackle the mounds of paperwork Evie had left aside for him –
As he swept past the blacksmiths, his scrutinizing glance caught Sah – and curious to a fault (because he figured the Wild Thunder could simply create his own items out of thin air), his rumble persisted through the wake as he stopped at the next stall over, snagging at a few items for groceries. “Sah – working on anything in particular?”
As he swept past the blacksmiths, his scrutinizing glance caught Sah – and curious to a fault (because he figured the Wild Thunder could simply create his own items out of thin air), his rumble persisted through the wake as he stopped at the next stall over, snagging at a few items for groceries. “Sah – working on anything in particular?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
