DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The distant greeting stopped him from progressing much further – though Belial’s sight from above pinpointed Alys – and with a direct hoot, addressed the pair long before Deimos could. Snorting under his breath, he granted her a welcoming nod to the duo, before they were beginning to walk further into the threshold of the Barracks once more, Zuriel traversing alongside.
He shouldn’t have been surprised by her visit, he’d previously implored her to come, but the initial inquiry gave him some pause, even if he started applying it to light humor on initial rumbles. “Did you only come here to marvel at the memory mud?” he grinned, before shaking his head and adjusting his gaze over towards Citadel walls and distant impasses; imagining the Greenwing unthawed and the rest of the collective thresholds much in the same state. It could have a massive impact on their shorelines, tracking, hunting, and any number of other issues beginning to concoct and contort around his mind. “I agree with you though. Something seems off. I was going to head out towards the Tundra after making my rounds here.” Ensuring this threshold was safe first, before flying off into the different sections and scrutinizing for himself. Brows furrowing, he sighed, pondering into the ramifications further. “Is King’s End faring the same?” Or maybe Halo had been the only marked by the alterations – it wouldn’t be the first time.
He shouldn’t have been surprised by her visit, he’d previously implored her to come, but the initial inquiry gave him some pause, even if he started applying it to light humor on initial rumbles. “Did you only come here to marvel at the memory mud?” he grinned, before shaking his head and adjusting his gaze over towards Citadel walls and distant impasses; imagining the Greenwing unthawed and the rest of the collective thresholds much in the same state. It could have a massive impact on their shorelines, tracking, hunting, and any number of other issues beginning to concoct and contort around his mind. “I agree with you though. Something seems off. I was going to head out towards the Tundra after making my rounds here.” Ensuring this threshold was safe first, before flying off into the different sections and scrutinizing for himself. Brows furrowing, he sighed, pondering into the ramifications further. “Is King’s End faring the same?” Or maybe Halo had been the only marked by the alterations – it wouldn’t be the first time.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
