DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos arched a brow at the notions of a rope embedded with gravity – mostly because he had multitudes of other things to do, and one more task landing upon his shoulders, when Noah still had to go see Vi, could probably be solved with something far more feasible. Perhaps you can ask Vi when you see him? His head tilted, uncertain of the parameters and length of time in between. Unless the Forsaken had other things to do – required of him by the Old God. Have you been lately? It might’ve been a good notion for the demi to return to the one who’d granted him multitudes – a reminder of their courses, or even more information gathered to the forefront for future excursions.
As for the subject of Sohalia, the Sword snorted, eyes flickering back to the ground and shaking his head. Having known the Luminary in multitudes of situations, no, he couldn’t see her trying to rampage towards Starfall all by her lonesome. Especially after her altercations already with the Family, and various other void creatures, reminded of how he’d found her in Halo last. I doubt she would try that. Nor did Noah have jurisdiction, nor control, over someone else’s rose that they’d carefully cultivated and earned.
As for the subject of Sohalia, the Sword snorted, eyes flickering back to the ground and shaking his head. Having known the Luminary in multitudes of situations, no, he couldn’t see her trying to rampage towards Starfall all by her lonesome. Especially after her altercations already with the Family, and various other void creatures, reminded of how he’d found her in Halo last. I doubt she would try that. Nor did Noah have jurisdiction, nor control, over someone else’s rose that they’d carefully cultivated and earned.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
