DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With a nod given to Maeve for her assistance, the work goes smoothly, efficiently. His attention had no reason to deviate from the task at hand – no one in danger, and no more long, sweeping branches reaching out to entangle or ensnare. All in all, successful ventures.
So he chose to remain there for the present moment, glancing at the other frame put into place, and then at the one newly created, molded, and presented. Presuming it would have to be affixed just like its predecessor, the Sword quietly, carefully, and painstakingly went to utilize his strength and tools nearby to ensure this one was put into place too.
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Deimos works on affixing the second frame to the walkway!
So he chose to remain there for the present moment, glancing at the other frame put into place, and then at the one newly created, molded, and presented. Presuming it would have to be affixed just like its predecessor, the Sword quietly, carefully, and painstakingly went to utilize his strength and tools nearby to ensure this one was put into place too.
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Deimos works on affixing the second frame to the walkway!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
