DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He nodded at the acceptance, beginning to move forward with the rest of them, taking the helm and rope, listening to the easygoing slide of it across the ice and snow. He half-expected naught at all, and maneuvered ahead in silence, listening as the soldiers discussed things back and forth, perked up and livelier now that portions of their wounds had been fixed. When she spoke again, he tilted his head.
They were broad terms though, and knowledge extended would depend on what she was searching for. “Do not go alone. We have many threats on the Tundra,” including their deceased carcass in the back. “Frost giants, ursur, white dragons, water elementals, crystal spiders, just to name a few.” As far as other tips, his litany would always go towards the hunting aspect. “Depends on what you are tracking.” People, one would presume. “The snow reveals quite a bit, based on your timing. Tracks. Blood.”
They were broad terms though, and knowledge extended would depend on what she was searching for. “Do not go alone. We have many threats on the Tundra,” including their deceased carcass in the back. “Frost giants, ursur, white dragons, water elementals, crystal spiders, just to name a few.” As far as other tips, his litany would always go towards the hunting aspect. “Depends on what you are tracking.” People, one would presume. “The snow reveals quite a bit, based on your timing. Tracks. Blood.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
