DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Fires weren’t supposed to go out in Halo, but that element had been his and his alone – wielded and commanded and powered by him. Had he permitted the little sparks to land on wood, it could’ve been far worse than just a shocked face from a Natural. He’d know. He’d done it purposefully on more than one occasion.
Ignoring the glance with a roll of his shoulders, he nodded at the downcast courier, arching a brow instinctually. “You are welcome.” Then, of course, all attention was diverted to the incoming animals – following after the malamute and dragon’s appearances, piercing eyes sliding over them each in succession, momentarily stoic and mute.
Before dropping to a crouch and going through his pockets, finding treats there, likely meant for Belial but he was prone to giving and granting them to many creature acquaintances. Offering them on an open palm to either and both, he snorted, turning into inward, Attuned notions. Hello. You look very strong. by way of praise and smile for the companion and canine. “That is all right,” he reassured Tal, indifferent to whatever looks were glancing their way. “They were quite patient.”
Ignoring the glance with a roll of his shoulders, he nodded at the downcast courier, arching a brow instinctually. “You are welcome.” Then, of course, all attention was diverted to the incoming animals – following after the malamute and dragon’s appearances, piercing eyes sliding over them each in succession, momentarily stoic and mute.
Before dropping to a crouch and going through his pockets, finding treats there, likely meant for Belial but he was prone to giving and granting them to many creature acquaintances. Offering them on an open palm to either and both, he snorted, turning into inward, Attuned notions. Hello. You look very strong. by way of praise and smile for the companion and canine. “That is all right,” he reassured Tal, indifferent to whatever looks were glancing their way. “They were quite patient.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
