DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The Sword had run his blade through far too many adversaries and enemies, and buried too many of his friends’ bodies, to even flinch at the notions of intestines. Reading them, however, was a different contemplation altogether, and his brow remained in the arched, curious, and somewhat baffled disposition, eyes narrowing, head tilting, so he appeared every aspect the inquiring predator. Pondering, perhaps, just how many pieces of himself he’d left behind in the people, monsters, and things he’d demolished for the sanctity of others. Or in the broader scope of vengeance.
Belial returned quickly, offering the lizard to the shaman, likely for her intense divination purposes, in exchange for his mangled crow back. Snagging at it, and stuffing it back between his fangs, he stayed beside Deimos’ boots, laying himself down on the stone floor while he plucked at more feathers.
“Understandable,” he finally ventured in aspects towards the deities, considering how the vast majority felt about the distinction of magic. “It took me a long time to meet any of them.” As for Mildew’s accuracy, he could only indulge in the faintest of grins. “She searched for potential.” In accordance with choices, with strength and determination, and in patience. There’d been no need for his brutal power – not now, anyway. Somehow he doubted entrails could embellish the same.
Belial returned quickly, offering the lizard to the shaman, likely for her intense divination purposes, in exchange for his mangled crow back. Snagging at it, and stuffing it back between his fangs, he stayed beside Deimos’ boots, laying himself down on the stone floor while he plucked at more feathers.
“Understandable,” he finally ventured in aspects towards the deities, considering how the vast majority felt about the distinction of magic. “It took me a long time to meet any of them.” As for Mildew’s accuracy, he could only indulge in the faintest of grins. “She searched for potential.” In accordance with choices, with strength and determination, and in patience. There’d been no need for his brutal power – not now, anyway. Somehow he doubted entrails could embellish the same.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
