Can We Borrow A Cuppa Sheep?!

Getting back into the swing of things was no easy task. Yet when they headed over here Eraithus had one thing on his mind. He was especially bad at these sorts of things. Once he had his mind on something it was hard to deter him. Then this would be his chance, Medusa wanted sheep. He craved being praised. To put power behind words spoken and now at his age he was well over the years of holding back. The battlefield was awry. The man showing up with his bear skull armor and his antlers adjourned to his chest, along with a rather intimidating snowy owl circling overhead above him.

Blood. The thought of it was making him dizzy. Eraithus grinned and having some fun was what he’d do, no maims or anything serious like that. Yet the look in his eyes was a come at me if you dare type. He’d be the first to get Medusa that sheep. Even if it was the last thing he did. After all wanting to get closer to her was a goal he couldn’t put off for much longer.