DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Flipping through the pages, there were seemingly boundless ends to the fauna listed. Some had been transcribed from other journals in their library, while others had been noted by his own hands, rough outlines and shapes, creatures and figments brought back to life for a time – little notes dictated along the sides as more and more sagacity, wisdom, came to fruition. He handed it over for her to inspect and peruse at her leisure, and perhaps gain a better acquaintance of things lurking in the abyss of Caido – while the inquiry came about.
Expecting the curiosity, he took a deep breath once again. “The Monster Hunter’s Guild. Though we do not race off to assault every creature, as the name might suggest,” and he gave half a grin; for he hadn’t been the one to signify the title or detail, merely taking it on so the wake didn’t disband years before. “Presently, we have been researching and collecting information on the flora and fauna here, and only hunt anything that is a threat.”
Expecting the curiosity, he took a deep breath once again. “The Monster Hunter’s Guild. Though we do not race off to assault every creature, as the name might suggest,” and he gave half a grin; for he hadn’t been the one to signify the title or detail, merely taking it on so the wake didn’t disband years before. “Presently, we have been researching and collecting information on the flora and fauna here, and only hunt anything that is a threat.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
