DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The monolith threaded his way back out of the hollowed sanction, and back out into the air as well – relieved, despite a multitude of occasions spent within the same proportions. It didn’t mean they needed to linger in the confines of the rampant death, with all its bloodthirsty, ruthless regard. He took a few deep breaths, head lifted to the sun, unfurling each and every strand of the filaments away from his form, away from his mind.
Only then did he tilt his cranium towards Neron’s suggestion – eyes narrowing, never believing in the splitting up tactic. It wasn’t in distrust towards any of them gathered there, but what could ambush and lurk within the dwellings. If only one of them entered a building, it wouldn’t take long for them to potentially be surrounded and subdued. Best to keep their strengths and prowess formed, collected, and together. As far as time was concerned, the beast shrugged. “We can always come back another time.” Accomplish what they could, and set out.
Morgan seemed to agree on the not breaking apart, and the General nodded – silently hastening a wooden stake in between his hands, and then plunging it into the snow in front of the building. A makeshift marker; before following towards the next interval.
He caught the noise too – immediately suspicious. “If it is an animal, I can try something.” Holding up one finger, intending to ensure a moment of attempts and trials, he hastened towards other measures. Reaching deep within his Attuned senses, he stretched out parameters and particulars, fine-tuning the semblance of an inquiry into the enclosure. Hello?
Only then did he tilt his cranium towards Neron’s suggestion – eyes narrowing, never believing in the splitting up tactic. It wasn’t in distrust towards any of them gathered there, but what could ambush and lurk within the dwellings. If only one of them entered a building, it wouldn’t take long for them to potentially be surrounded and subdued. Best to keep their strengths and prowess formed, collected, and together. As far as time was concerned, the beast shrugged. “We can always come back another time.” Accomplish what they could, and set out.
Morgan seemed to agree on the not breaking apart, and the General nodded – silently hastening a wooden stake in between his hands, and then plunging it into the snow in front of the building. A makeshift marker; before following towards the next interval.
He caught the noise too – immediately suspicious. “If it is an animal, I can try something.” Holding up one finger, intending to ensure a moment of attempts and trials, he hastened towards other measures. Reaching deep within his Attuned senses, he stretched out parameters and particulars, fine-tuning the semblance of an inquiry into the enclosure. Hello?
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
