DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With the agreement in place, the Sword nodded, striving to keep all of his own apprehension and trepidation at bay. While he might be gaining a minimal reprieve from the constant onslaught, it meant others, like Sah, were taking his place; not a comforting sentiment when they’d face down multitudes at Starfall just as they had previously. All right, he warranted, glancing back at the pile of masks.
Likely looking quite strange in their silent conversations and crafting, he muffled a laugh and extended more outwards. “Let me know if you need anything else to prepare before then.” Timelines and pragmatics would be on the forefront, and he already had a flower in place, at least, for when their venture was required.
[FIN]
Likely looking quite strange in their silent conversations and crafting, he muffled a laugh and extended more outwards. “Let me know if you need anything else to prepare before then.” Timelines and pragmatics would be on the forefront, and he already had a flower in place, at least, for when their venture was required.
[FIN]
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
