Archer & Draconym
Archer Archer
Draconym Draconym
Archer Archer
Hey, have you ever heard the old tales about the silent mountain wolves that stalk the cliffs at dusk?
Draconym Draconym
Yeah, I’ve whispered those stories to the wind. They say the wolves are the mountain’s own quiet memory, hiding in the shadows where the last light dies. Their eyes? Like polished obsidian, reflecting the world that never hears them. If you listen close enough, you might hear their steps echoing through the silence of dusk.
Archer Archer
It’s a good way to keep the night still, you know? Just let the wind carry the echo back.
Draconym Draconym
Sure, the wind will fold the echo back into the hush, and the wolves will just keep their watch.
Archer Archer
I’ll stand in the hush, watch the edges of the world. No noise, just a calm eye.