DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
His features were the sculpted eaves of stoicism as soon as she made her initial trials. Though carefully guarded and quietly scrutinizing, it was plain to see that she wasn’t comfortable – nor would he expect her to be, given the circumstances. Though the sheepish inquiry made one brow defy the reticence, arching only slightly. “No one is good at their first attempts.” It was all a part of the learning process, and they had to start somewhere. Sohalia’s experience had been close to nothing at all.
But rather than force her into something she clearly didn’t want to participate in, he simply nodded, pondering about adding an additional strap to the shield itself; for it to be carried along her pack, lightweight and effortless. Pondering the concept, he unfurled another breath, wondering just how many he’d kept lodged within his chest today. “Best to only use it if you cannot evade something.”
But rather than force her into something she clearly didn’t want to participate in, he simply nodded, pondering about adding an additional strap to the shield itself; for it to be carried along her pack, lightweight and effortless. Pondering the concept, he unfurled another breath, wondering just how many he’d kept lodged within his chest today. “Best to only use it if you cannot evade something.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
