Panic flew into the room, racing around and managing to weave with expert dexterity around the statues that held Ares’s sets of armor. The god had enough armor to outfit every single one of the minor gods if he took it into his head. Though he hated Hephaestus, he prized the weapons and armor that came from the maimed blacksmith. Of all the wrong things the man did, he at least was respectable with his trade. Not that Ares was going to just stroll into the forge and let him know. That’d be...nice. Something he was not prepared to be for Hephaestus unless he wanted something.



He still hadn’t forgotten the golden net. Rude.



Terror leapt into the room behind Panic and the two hounds raced each other, never upsetting or overtipping any of the god of war’s things. If only mortal dogs were this good. Mortal dogs made messes and were unable to bring him back mythical monsters, if he chose to send his dogs after them. Nor were mortal dogs harbingers of war.



If he so chose, he could send these hounds into the mortal realm. Invisible, they’d prance through the streets of Athenia, Colchis, or Taengea, bringing with them waves of fear and anxiety, leading people’s thoughts towards himself. Towards the coming conflict. It was a lovely thought and one that the god of war loved to think about as he lounged back on the little couch in his main room, watching his pets play.