DEIMOS
And sure enough; something beyond parties, festivities, a round and round venture of potential rallied. At the peal of a bell, his eyes fixated elsewhere, not on the people, not on the games, not on the scrutinizing figures, but on the wisp of ethereal qualities billowing within the field. A voice – echoing and resounding, reverberating through bones and blood, and it cooled, pooled, in the bottom of his gut and in the tips of his feathers.War.
A call to arms – the one they’d known was inching closer and closer with every passing moment, with every significant motion of hatred, adversaries, enemies, and attempts to make peace. Whether they resisted or not didn’t seem to really matter; the notions were there.
But the semblance of relics would’ve caused a furrowing of brows, if eagles had any. It was information, regardless, that he would need to bring home.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
