DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos didn’t quite know what to say to the first part – for all the actions taken amidst the crag and peaks, battling dragons and demigods and bearing witness to more trials and tribulations, scalding down the onslaught of his mind for seasons to come. So he merely smiled and nodded, the acknowledgement granted and given, because he’d always strive to protect, even if he wished he’d been here all the same. “Thank you.”
Belial had spotted the other companion, and hovered nearby – perhaps obnoxiously so, but not enough to warrant a sharp rebuke from the Sword. For the Warden’s part, he crouched once more, though didn’t incline or reach a hand out as he would’ve done with Lilly – pondering over the unfamiliarity, and the residual irritation, of the young wolf. Hello came instead, along intertwined motions of Attuned bonds. “Congratulations,” was extended to Sah with a wistful grin. “How did you find this one?”
Belial had spotted the other companion, and hovered nearby – perhaps obnoxiously so, but not enough to warrant a sharp rebuke from the Sword. For the Warden’s part, he crouched once more, though didn’t incline or reach a hand out as he would’ve done with Lilly – pondering over the unfamiliarity, and the residual irritation, of the young wolf. Hello came instead, along intertwined motions of Attuned bonds. “Congratulations,” was extended to Sah with a wistful grin. “How did you find this one?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
