DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The question loomed for a moment, his brow arching slightly. “You probably know the answer to that already,” in the ‘not very high’ category. “It is dependent on many factors. We have a variety of landscapes beyond here,” and he jutted his jawline in the various directions – the Bay, the Hollow Forest, the Greenwing, before he persisted in tugging on the line, feeling the sled maneuver faster under more power and swifter strides. “Most Halovians are well equipped and adept because they know what to expect. It is visitors we usually must worry about. So tracking and leaving notice of whereabouts is crucial. And often timing is everything.”
Hunters would take their vital necessities. Merchants would snag at whatever they needed, depending on the distance for their wares. “The Monster Hunters’ Guild also sends out warnings of sighted beasts,” such as the one behind them; eventually coming to use within the Citadel itself, meat, bones, and fur parceled out to anyone who required it. “Many carry jerky or other food on them, and are thoroughly educated about fire.” Halo carried its flames with righteous plumes.
Hunters would take their vital necessities. Merchants would snag at whatever they needed, depending on the distance for their wares. “The Monster Hunters’ Guild also sends out warnings of sighted beasts,” such as the one behind them; eventually coming to use within the Citadel itself, meat, bones, and fur parceled out to anyone who required it. “Many carry jerky or other food on them, and are thoroughly educated about fire.” Halo carried its flames with righteous plumes.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
