DEIMOS
Stoked finales – he watched as they descended, alternating in techniques and form. He hadn’t thought about descending first as tiger or bear; he’d done the former before, when ensuring Roana didn’t escape from their militia clutches (and for what, later on - nothing), and never the latter. More opportunities would be presented then, if Adam’s traditional values held, and he snorted through their bonds, connections, and accord. At least the fear had dissipated, no longer so strung between their platitudes, and the eagle extended his wings again, shuffling the feathers back into their rightful places. We can end here he suggested on Adam’s successes and their combined efforts. Were he capable of shrugging, he would’ve; but not in this framework, piercing eyes laden back upon Kiada, waiting for the agreement, or the eventual dissipation – flying and gliding in different directions all over again."who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
