DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He probably should’ve been sighing or unimpressed with the response, but primordial facets lived and reigned throughout his mind, and he gave her a Cheshire grin in tandem. “Depends on which crime.” Death wasn’t a practicality for someone just craving a bounty for themselves, nor ripping pages from a guild’s journal. There’d be repercussions, regardless, of course, but the punishment needed to fit the offense.
Unfurling another long breath to steady the insights, and not long for the days where they could simply fling a fool off a mountainside, he arched a brow. “Probably best to put any of them alive and in the cells. I can detect lies during an interrogation.” Disappointing, perhaps, that they couldn’t immediately assault and siege and lay waste, but in political capacities, Caido was different from Helovia. However, not to leave her without some semblance of hope, he snorted. “Then we can see about retribution.”
Unfurling another long breath to steady the insights, and not long for the days where they could simply fling a fool off a mountainside, he arched a brow. “Probably best to put any of them alive and in the cells. I can detect lies during an interrogation.” Disappointing, perhaps, that they couldn’t immediately assault and siege and lay waste, but in political capacities, Caido was different from Helovia. However, not to leave her without some semblance of hope, he snorted. “Then we can see about retribution.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
