DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
“Sure. You may see some of the guild members there too.” Which would give more of an opportunity to extend similar olive branches, considering how most of them lived, breathed, and worked in Halo. Ignorant of how the festival was due to operate, he figured they could use it for other means and purposes.
Equally unaware, and possibly indifferent, to his name being batted around from land to land, his strides kept sweeping around corners, perhaps intending to sneak upon a supposed darkling. But given their footsteps and conversations, it was unlikely to happen, so he merely adjusted to learning more about Ancients, rather than monsters. It was as he’d supposed with Kiada and himself hunting; no means to converse in such natures. Maybe because they had come before Attuned, as the racial title might suggest, as if they were the first to test out the stretch of gods’ blessings. His curiosity persisted though, pondering over parallels. “Can you eventually gain other shifts too?”
Equally unaware, and possibly indifferent, to his name being batted around from land to land, his strides kept sweeping around corners, perhaps intending to sneak upon a supposed darkling. But given their footsteps and conversations, it was unlikely to happen, so he merely adjusted to learning more about Ancients, rather than monsters. It was as he’d supposed with Kiada and himself hunting; no means to converse in such natures. Maybe because they had come before Attuned, as the racial title might suggest, as if they were the first to test out the stretch of gods’ blessings. His curiosity persisted though, pondering over parallels. “Can you eventually gain other shifts too?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
