DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Neither the Reaper nor the Sword had ever committed actions for the heroics or bestowals; a beast who ensured things were committed because they were necessary. It didn’t matter if it was in the arches and eaves of danger and treachery, of rebellion and sedition, or trivial pursuits in between. If he could assist, he did so, with no need for further instances, commemorations, or plaques. But the other Attuned’s words flickered over, tracing his notions with a semblance of amusement – wet concrete, makeshift molds for memories and lineages, for descendants to see which palms had borne the leagues, labor, and work gone into this particular venue.
Morgan’s glance left little room for argument, but he wouldn’t have anyway. The request was simple, and ensuring he didn’t realm into the semblances of mischief, the General crouched before the concrete. Reaching forward, he placed one massive, calloused hand into the top of the mixture beside the others, waiting until the pressure of his presence sunk into its depths, and then removed it. The lightest of smiles curled in the corner of his mouth, dimpling slightly, bemused with a vague snort. If this was what he was remembered for – then so be it, perhaps; his mark chiseled and made.
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Deimos puts his hand in the concrete!
Morgan’s glance left little room for argument, but he wouldn’t have anyway. The request was simple, and ensuring he didn’t realm into the semblances of mischief, the General crouched before the concrete. Reaching forward, he placed one massive, calloused hand into the top of the mixture beside the others, waiting until the pressure of his presence sunk into its depths, and then removed it. The lightest of smiles curled in the corner of his mouth, dimpling slightly, bemused with a vague snort. If this was what he was remembered for – then so be it, perhaps; his mark chiseled and made.
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Deimos puts his hand in the concrete!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
