DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Amusements partaken with the catapults, there was only the replacing of wood remaining. While Aino removed the broken edges and the chewed upon fringes, he and Sah could easily line the planks around, ensuring nothing was maimed, whittled away, or maligned on this batch. All three worked smoothly, efficiently, until the process seemed well in hand; hammers going, nails plunged, everything secured and right again.
Afterwards, the General stepped back, arms folded across his chest, taking a look at everything they’d accomplished; at least on the outside. The interior boasted so many successful bouts too – another satisfying achievement for a hard day’s work. “We are finished. Well done.” A small grin elongated itself on his mouth again, before he began to put away the tools. “Let me know if either of you want training soon. And thank you for all of your help.”
Little did they know, of course, in a few days it wouldn’t have even mattered – the barracks a safe haven for a world that was no longer secure.
{FIN <3}
Afterwards, the General stepped back, arms folded across his chest, taking a look at everything they’d accomplished; at least on the outside. The interior boasted so many successful bouts too – another satisfying achievement for a hard day’s work. “We are finished. Well done.” A small grin elongated itself on his mouth again, before he began to put away the tools. “Let me know if either of you want training soon. And thank you for all of your help.”
Little did they know, of course, in a few days it wouldn’t have even mattered – the barracks a safe haven for a world that was no longer secure.
{FIN <3}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
