DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Given the notice, his own curiosity, role in Halo, and the notions of Whitebrim as a whole, the Sword followed the accord and marched out towards the sanction. He hadn’t seen it since it’d seemingly been decimated by the dragon that had come with the Ascended within their siege and assault; and upon reaching the section, with both companions in tow, he could only stop and stare for a moment.
Perhaps the callous destruction had been beneficial, at least in these regards; the lack of cannibals was never something he’d disapprove of. But fallen in sections, with rubble, ruin, wood, and tattered proportions lying around gave off the hint and semblances of a ruin, when Whitebrim could be so much more than that. More than the crawling legends of its nefarious characters; functional, rather than a slate drawn up over exile and treachery. Zuriel gave some snort, and they marched on – Belial in the skies, wings outstretched, unbothered by the scene.
The dogs were a dead giveaway for the courier, so he followed after their semblance and gathering, nodding when he spotted the youth. “Tal,” he rumbled by way of greeting, before his gaze pinpointed elsewhere – probably on a desecrated hut. “It would be nice to see this place put to good use.” Which meant he was here to help, provide security, or whatever else needed to be done.
Perhaps the callous destruction had been beneficial, at least in these regards; the lack of cannibals was never something he’d disapprove of. But fallen in sections, with rubble, ruin, wood, and tattered proportions lying around gave off the hint and semblances of a ruin, when Whitebrim could be so much more than that. More than the crawling legends of its nefarious characters; functional, rather than a slate drawn up over exile and treachery. Zuriel gave some snort, and they marched on – Belial in the skies, wings outstretched, unbothered by the scene.
The dogs were a dead giveaway for the courier, so he followed after their semblance and gathering, nodding when he spotted the youth. “Tal,” he rumbled by way of greeting, before his gaze pinpointed elsewhere – probably on a desecrated hut. “It would be nice to see this place put to good use.” Which meant he was here to help, provide security, or whatever else needed to be done.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
