DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Another heavy breath unfurled, because he had enough things to do without these small, relatively minor inconveniences, made only broader by the grand scheme of matters. So after Ru’s suggestion, he’d take the possibility. “Sure.”
Her shift to a Komodo dragon, familiar due to its rapacious tendencies, gave him ample room to do the same, but in hellhound designations. Nose immediately to the ground, her parsed through his own scents and hers, unwinding, deigning to follow the set of other tracks.
A name didn’t come to mind promptly. That might not have meant anything – and he opted for the best measure in scenting and tracking, angling towards portions of the smell wafting and waning out of the library, and down the flight of stairs.
Her shift to a Komodo dragon, familiar due to its rapacious tendencies, gave him ample room to do the same, but in hellhound designations. Nose immediately to the ground, her parsed through his own scents and hers, unwinding, deigning to follow the set of other tracks.
A name didn’t come to mind promptly. That might not have meant anything – and he opted for the best measure in scenting and tracking, angling towards portions of the smell wafting and waning out of the library, and down the flight of stairs.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
