it was that time again. Time for weekly tasks and who was giving them out you might ask? Why, it was none other than the war child herself. Athena made her way through the prison and into the cafeteria, adorned in the red flannel she had reccently become fond of, the sleeves rolled up, black hood resting on her back. “Hey guys!” She called out to no one in particular “Weekly tasks over here come and get em!” Her voice was loud, and echoed in the small space. The ivory feline settled down on top of the table that she had decided to perch on, waiting for others to gather so she could start distributing tasks.
YOU CAN’T WAKE UP THIS IS NOT A DREAM — athena — the exiles — tags