DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Another few bites of the jerky kept him occupied, mulling over parameters and possibilities, nodding at her smirk, at the details in her plan. The structure and underpinning would be the same, for there were those eternally suited to hunting and haunting the infidels of the world. Considering the amount of gatherers and trappers within Halo, perhaps this branch would be successful in terms of multitudes of people. He wasn’t certain what the population and membership had been before it all burned, but she might be able to gain some practical amount – especially if Elide and her vengeful airs against dragons returned from the mess in the Grounds. “Could put something out on the notice board.” Maybe someone like Noah, a frequent hunter, might be intrigued enough.
A light smirk followed the quip about endless white, or the murky doldrums of the Hollowed area itself. When he’d been immersed in it, he hadn’t thought of those neutral, barebones collective – they’d been constantly striving or attempting to do something within its sanctions and sanctuary. Now that they were beyond those walls, and currently assisting in another section, the discernments were from the outside looking in.
And he’d never begrudge the mountains, no matter if they were Aurora summits or not. “A monster hunting family.” He laughed, good-natured, a rumble in the parlor. Found kin and brethren – whether in arms, like this threshold, or amongst the similar-minded stalkers of demons. “Let me know if you want assistance with building.” Depending on what she found for infrastructures and the ilk.
A light smirk followed the quip about endless white, or the murky doldrums of the Hollowed area itself. When he’d been immersed in it, he hadn’t thought of those neutral, barebones collective – they’d been constantly striving or attempting to do something within its sanctions and sanctuary. Now that they were beyond those walls, and currently assisting in another section, the discernments were from the outside looking in.
And he’d never begrudge the mountains, no matter if they were Aurora summits or not. “A monster hunting family.” He laughed, good-natured, a rumble in the parlor. Found kin and brethren – whether in arms, like this threshold, or amongst the similar-minded stalkers of demons. “Let me know if you want assistance with building.” Depending on what she found for infrastructures and the ilk.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
