DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
A motley semblance of a crew arrived. He hadn’t expected anyone in particular, so only maintained an inward shrug; nodding to Sunjata, the woman from the Sea Panther escapades, and Bastien (that one a more curious note; perhaps out of kindness or curiosity). “Thank you for coming.” The whole intention behind the movements and motions, as he hefted his bag along his shoulders, full of vials and stoppers, indicated they’d be maneuvering soon, and quickly. Already hoisting his wild hair upwards, in preparation for the incoming heat, an abrupt change and alteration in climates, he described as best he could what they’d be looking for. “The lilies are supposedly white, veined with gold and turquoise,” came on a rumble, citing Chulane’s efforts in previous endeavors.
They headed and threaded through way the tunnels, picking along familiar walkways; lantern light unnecessary in the pulsing enigmas of the cavern, of the magma pervading nearby. “Keep on the lookout.” For anything, really; uncertain of what other things lurked within – how these footpaths had been traveled, traversed, so frequently lately, and what could be stirred in the unknown.
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Head into the tunnels, and be on the lookout for lilies!
PQ moving on in 48 hours, or when everyone has posted!
SunjataRaza Bastien
They headed and threaded through way the tunnels, picking along familiar walkways; lantern light unnecessary in the pulsing enigmas of the cavern, of the magma pervading nearby. “Keep on the lookout.” For anything, really; uncertain of what other things lurked within – how these footpaths had been traveled, traversed, so frequently lately, and what could be stirred in the unknown.
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Head into the tunnels, and be on the lookout for lilies!
PQ moving on in 48 hours, or when everyone has posted!
Sunjata
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
