DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The spread out information about Lials, including sketches, methods utilized, and properties upheld, caused his eyes to narrow. Never one into drugs, his eyes flicked back to Hotaru, brow arching. “I would prefer the latter,” because he’d take no issue in wiping out anyone intending to spread their vile, nasty concoctions through his land. If it was the other notion though, someone wanting a bounty for themselves, and met their end due to foolish notions, then the problem would already be solved.
“Not for now,” as far as any other ideas. Taking the papers, and then the books they’d been ripped from, he sighed. “I can send a few soldiers to find out any other information or leads,” to follow up on the particulars and possibilities. “And you, of course, if you want to do a little thieving.” Ru had always known how to inveigle and wheedle details out of individuals far better than himself; the Sword’s preferences were aimed more to brute force and intimidation.
“Not for now,” as far as any other ideas. Taking the papers, and then the books they’d been ripped from, he sighed. “I can send a few soldiers to find out any other information or leads,” to follow up on the particulars and possibilities. “And you, of course, if you want to do a little thieving.” Ru had always known how to inveigle and wheedle details out of individuals far better than himself; the Sword’s preferences were aimed more to brute force and intimidation.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
