Deimos
He didn’t have any expectations for Talyson fighting them – the Sword would always put himself on the front lines well before any constituents or fellow citizens. He didn’t voice this notion, leaving it to remain unsaid as he hoisted more logs into the sled, until the sounds were no longer audible, hollow clunks.
As the courier cleared his throat, his brow arched, expecting something, unfurling a long sigh through his chest before the question even prospered. Another weapon. He withheld a snicker, ducking his head back down and grabbing hold of a few more pieces of lumber, before turning the sled, pointing it towards the portion of the street they hadn’t meandered through yet. “Maybe.” Which wasn’t a promise, because he had to be careful with time, seasonal limitations, and what was pending on the horizon. “Things for the war will likely come first,” as there had been some other ideas floating, to coincide with the watchtower, that he’d emblazoned and routed along his diagrams.
And with that, he proceeded to drag the sleigh again.
As the courier cleared his throat, his brow arched, expecting something, unfurling a long sigh through his chest before the question even prospered. Another weapon. He withheld a snicker, ducking his head back down and grabbing hold of a few more pieces of lumber, before turning the sled, pointing it towards the portion of the street they hadn’t meandered through yet. “Maybe.” Which wasn’t a promise, because he had to be careful with time, seasonal limitations, and what was pending on the horizon. “Things for the war will likely come first,” as there had been some other ideas floating, to coincide with the watchtower, that he’d emblazoned and routed along his diagrams.
And with that, he proceeded to drag the sleigh again.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
