DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Given that he’d fought the monster – and was still bothered that it hadn’t met its demise – the only scientific theories he wanted to infuse were hypothesizes around ‘how quickly could they make it die’. He shrugged; figuring no matter how they came in the next time, they’d still be making noise, vibrations, and carrying a scent. Invisibility could do the some good; but only to certain extents, and in the end, likely wouldn’t much matter. “Probably all of those.” It’d be enough to place down in his guild journal and notebooks though, for future study or avoidance disparities.
They hadn’t discussed a ‘next time’ – but the group was likely aware that it would come back again to them. The chance there were many capable, or eager, to step up in other teams would’ve been a relief; but he hadn’t heard much conversation surrounding it, save for maybe Koa, and he wasn’t quite ready for it yet either. Moreover, Deimos didn't want to ask or compel anyone else to risk their life by launching into the fray. “Depends on if there are others willing,” and he shrugged in response too, watching as Zuriel went stock still and witnessed the frost foxes over the horizon. His own eyes narrowed to sharpened fixtures, bothered that one of the favored creatures of their region had been corrupted, but not willing to rend them to pieces when they were far away and not bothering anything. Yet. Making no mention of them, he sent some fortitude through their bond, and the unicorn gave a loud, haughty snort, making her way back over to him. “We need more flowers before we can go again anyway.”
As for his family, he gave a soft smile. “They are well.” Evie held things together while he traversed, Erebos was becoming a social, walking, talking agent of mischief, and Amhran was content with his plants, and potentially discussing matters with Rae in the future. “How have you been doing?”
They hadn’t discussed a ‘next time’ – but the group was likely aware that it would come back again to them. The chance there were many capable, or eager, to step up in other teams would’ve been a relief; but he hadn’t heard much conversation surrounding it, save for maybe Koa, and he wasn’t quite ready for it yet either. Moreover, Deimos didn't want to ask or compel anyone else to risk their life by launching into the fray. “Depends on if there are others willing,” and he shrugged in response too, watching as Zuriel went stock still and witnessed the frost foxes over the horizon. His own eyes narrowed to sharpened fixtures, bothered that one of the favored creatures of their region had been corrupted, but not willing to rend them to pieces when they were far away and not bothering anything. Yet. Making no mention of them, he sent some fortitude through their bond, and the unicorn gave a loud, haughty snort, making her way back over to him. “We need more flowers before we can go again anyway.”
As for his family, he gave a soft smile. “They are well.” Evie held things together while he traversed, Erebos was becoming a social, walking, talking agent of mischief, and Amhran was content with his plants, and potentially discussing matters with Rae in the future. “How have you been doing?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
