DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
His eyes narrowed as the woman continued to do the opposite; meaning either she hadn’t heard him, or didn’t care. If it was the latter, he’d be more inclined to simply leave and permit her to fend for herself, but if it was the former…responsibility called and harked at the columns of his spine.
His jaw clenched again, as his long strides swept forward across embankments and shoreline. “Get away from it!” unfurled again, hands cupped around his voice to amplify the deep registers amidst the fog and mist. Shaking his head, and presuming he probably wouldn’t get there in time before the young woman was snagged by the watery beast, he angled his jawline towards Belial – a single, silent command.
The peryton hastened forth with absolute, ravenous glee, unfurling an obnoxious and threatening holler towards the furtive creature, making a rapid beeline, fangs extended and dark plumage aloft.
His jaw clenched again, as his long strides swept forward across embankments and shoreline. “Get away from it!” unfurled again, hands cupped around his voice to amplify the deep registers amidst the fog and mist. Shaking his head, and presuming he probably wouldn’t get there in time before the young woman was snagged by the watery beast, he angled his jawline towards Belial – a single, silent command.
The peryton hastened forth with absolute, ravenous glee, unfurling an obnoxious and threatening holler towards the furtive creature, making a rapid beeline, fangs extended and dark plumage aloft.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
