DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With that, he would’ve opted to nod, pack away the rest of his belongings, ensure his companions were settled, before they continued their journey home. However, something nagged at the back of his mind, and like a tried and true guardian of many, he couldn’t quite help himself. “You are welcome.”
His brows furrowed slightly, clearly deep in thought, because if this had been her first encounter with something dangerous, he could only imagine the distinct parallels she’d have elsewhere – like the desert, swarming with landsharks, or the swamps, with their rambling display of ROUs. “Do you have a way of protecting yourself?” Maybe she knew more than she let on; had capabilities of self-defense, and he’d simply seen her stunned and disbelieving.
His brows furrowed slightly, clearly deep in thought, because if this had been her first encounter with something dangerous, he could only imagine the distinct parallels she’d have elsewhere – like the desert, swarming with landsharks, or the swamps, with their rambling display of ROUs. “Do you have a way of protecting yourself?” Maybe she knew more than she let on; had capabilities of self-defense, and he’d simply seen her stunned and disbelieving.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
