DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
It seemed lately, or at least after the war, more and more individuals were seeking out the rest of the world – carving a niche for themselves that otherwise may not have happened. As such, the Sword took the explanation with a simple nod – a cretin of venturing and exploring himself, with a penchant for nosiness and curiosity – though it left him with more inquiries not yet unfurled from beyond the scope of his machinations.
Instead of meandering through them though, he noted that the journal and statement seemed to spark something out of Fox, and his brow arched at the murmur and smile. The proclamation coinciding caused his head to tilt, a brief snort rumbling through at fellow trackers, maybe with an inkling of a grin beginning to form in one corner of his mouth. “Yes. I was not aware there were many hunters left in the Grounds,” especially after the burning of the original building, to which he could only credit himself and the monsters lodged within. “Have you been busy?” Especially if he was amongst and amidst the few.
Another nod rallied at the trail of movement and motion of the league. “I took it over and moved it there when it was going to be disbanded.” For Kiada, and assortments of other memories and loyalties.
Instead of meandering through them though, he noted that the journal and statement seemed to spark something out of Fox, and his brow arched at the murmur and smile. The proclamation coinciding caused his head to tilt, a brief snort rumbling through at fellow trackers, maybe with an inkling of a grin beginning to form in one corner of his mouth. “Yes. I was not aware there were many hunters left in the Grounds,” especially after the burning of the original building, to which he could only credit himself and the monsters lodged within. “Have you been busy?” Especially if he was amongst and amidst the few.
Another nod rallied at the trail of movement and motion of the league. “I took it over and moved it there when it was going to be disbanded.” For Kiada, and assortments of other memories and loyalties.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
