the wild screaming weight

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Nodding at the agreed upon timeframe, Deimos unfurled a long breath; content with the arrangements. Still neutral and neither raising their hackles at one another, junctures of intricacies and past circumstances evaded. Maybe they’d both grown in the interim, between the wakes of anger and the calamities of war. Sounds good. I am heading out, and he gestured with his beak towards the Citadel in the distance, another beacon and symbol of the northern wake and everything he’d ever worked for. See you then. Trusting Sunjata would know his own way home, and that the cold wouldn’t follow him too closely around boundaries and territory lines. [FIN] the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left