Deimos
Deimos had no intention of going towards the Grounds, and though an area of neutrality might’ve sounded enticing, intriguing, once – many seasons ago – he was far too nestled and entrenched into upcoming matters to ever meander there. Still, the sentiments made him laugh, and the echo of its reverberation bounded off the walls, committing Darkeye’s favored numeral to his mind anyway. “You want to know my favorite numbers?” Not the greatest or grandest scheme, but maybe the simpler version of it all was the most suitable.
Pondering further into preparations, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to mention their other methods. “We used to lure luxere to shield us too – the monsters did not care for them.” The light, perhaps, beacons along the antlers. “And we lined the walls and shelters with snow moss. Kept it quiet.” Which could only aid one so far – when they kept opening doors.
Pondering further into preparations, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to mention their other methods. “We used to lure luxere to shield us too – the monsters did not care for them.” The light, perhaps, beacons along the antlers. “And we lined the walls and shelters with snow moss. Kept it quiet.” Which could only aid one so far – when they kept opening doors.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
