DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Striving to ignore the sudden bout of absolute chaotic delight flickering through his mind, his eyes still searched the crowd for Ru, giving her a singular look of unimpressed nonchalance, before rendering his attention elsewhere. Iskra’s notions of skyships rigged with weaponry was worth exploring, with his own sort of malicious glee at the thought of shooting things down from the sky. “Noted,” and he grinned – though the other suggestions were worth a pause too. “We do already have an alarm system rigged from the watchtower to the barracks,” created before the war, in hopes that communication could be delivered to soldiers in quick, swift facets, and thus deploy them under threats and ominous sights without a moment’s notice. “But they could always be improved upon,” and neatly added those to his notations as well.
And with that, and in the falling midst of silence, Halo seemed intent on the direction they yearned and craved to go, with other potentials for the future.
{FIN <3}
And with that, and in the falling midst of silence, Halo seemed intent on the direction they yearned and craved to go, with other potentials for the future.
{FIN <3}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
