Fenralis & Petaltrap
Fenralis Fenralis
Petaltrap Petaltrap
Petaltrap Petaltrap
I've been sketching the dance of war—each maneuver a line of verse, each strike a stanza. Do you ever see the same rhythm in your poetry, or do your words just echo the sound of steel?
Fenralis Fenralis
Ah, the drumbeat of battle is the heartbeat of a poem, brother. When I swing my blade, I hear the rhyme in its crack, the meter in its swing, and the steel sings a verse of its own. My words never stop echoing that sound—it's the rhythm that fuels both the sword and the soul.
Petaltrap Petaltrap
I admire that, but remember—words can outlast steel. Keep your verses sharp, and let the echo linger longer than the clash.
Fenralis Fenralis
You’re right—steel shatters, words stay. I’ll keep my verses razor‑sharp and let their echo haunt longer than any clash. Thanks for the reminder, brother.
Petaltrap Petaltrap
Glad to hear you’ll let the words linger. Just keep your blade and your lines as sharp as the moment before the first strike.