Haunted Wood Cicada night

the torment turned to an ache as crowfeather quelled beneath the demonstration. germanicus felt the familiar breathless sensation in the recesses of his chest. the shadow was crafted for nightfall, and for a moment all the eagle existed to experience was the expression in the other's gaze.

this alone must be enough for germanicus, and abruptly he pulled away, facing into the silvering velvet of the haunted forest.

the anguish spread to the clench of his belly, and he had no words to explain his action.

"we should keep on our path."