DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
On the silent gesture, he arched a brow and snorted, taking her glass and leaving his own on the table. Opting for water, since she clearly wasn’t in the right temperament for alcohol, he conjured the incantations while tilting his head, listening to her discuss the Monster Hunter’s Guild. “And what would be different?” An inquiry as he searched for some reasonable snacks, slicing up portions of bread, taking out some dried jerky (likely ningo), before setting everything on the table once more, sliding the resin towards her.
Knowing Aisha, my own creative differences could entail any range of parallels, and curiosity, doses of scholarly inquiry, flickered in his mind (a common occurrence when it wasn’t occupied by the weight of some other calculations and machinations). Halo didn’t have much in the way of guilds or organizations as Torchline or the Hollowed Grounds, though he wondered if this had to do with climate, the people, or the atmosphere as a whole. More activity, more possibilities, sounded as though it would be of some good in these chilling reaches. “Halo could use some guilds.” If he knew of anyone else, besides he and Glas, he might’ve ventured towards concocting another branch of the Artisan’s.
Knowing Aisha, my own creative differences could entail any range of parallels, and curiosity, doses of scholarly inquiry, flickered in his mind (a common occurrence when it wasn’t occupied by the weight of some other calculations and machinations). Halo didn’t have much in the way of guilds or organizations as Torchline or the Hollowed Grounds, though he wondered if this had to do with climate, the people, or the atmosphere as a whole. More activity, more possibilities, sounded as though it would be of some good in these chilling reaches. “Halo could use some guilds.” If he knew of anyone else, besides he and Glas, he might’ve ventured towards concocting another branch of the Artisan’s.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
