DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos was a naturally suspicious individual by the way his life had worked; most of the time his estimations were either spot on or jaundiced. First impressions had a way of filtering into his mind amidst the other calculations, so he wasn’t quite certain what to do with a stranger staring back at them with a cynical brow, especially after ensuring they were well – other than maintain his own. His eyes narrowed immediately, spine straightening into that unyielding frame, stepping in front of the entire band before she approached, her hands help up.
He didn’t let his guard down, but his brow arched at the offer. There’d been no lie detected, at least by the item laid against his chest well underneath piles of coats and furs, so he only eased a light breath. With no healing of his own, he couldn’t quite deny the potential for it to be laden on his fellow compatriots and citizens, granting one step aside so she might inspect some as they rallied forth. “We had to go rescue a tracker,” he gave by way of explanation, as soldiers grabbed at the man first, offering him up for mending - features clearly cut and bleeding through swiftly tied bandages and wraps. The worst off of the lot by far. “Met up with an ursur,” hence the still and large carcass also on the sled. “Thank you.”
He didn’t let his guard down, but his brow arched at the offer. There’d been no lie detected, at least by the item laid against his chest well underneath piles of coats and furs, so he only eased a light breath. With no healing of his own, he couldn’t quite deny the potential for it to be laden on his fellow compatriots and citizens, granting one step aside so she might inspect some as they rallied forth. “We had to go rescue a tracker,” he gave by way of explanation, as soldiers grabbed at the man first, offering him up for mending - features clearly cut and bleeding through swiftly tied bandages and wraps. The worst off of the lot by far. “Met up with an ursur,” hence the still and large carcass also on the sled. “Thank you.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
