On Top Of The World

É R E B O S


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still, he held a harshness towards medusa-, a lingering itch he could never satisfy. the place he would inevitable begin to call home yet it seemed unfitting. for while he trailed behind the call of the bone queen, his enormous frame did not fit here amongst the circus of her heathens. he cannot hide the disdain that filled his binary gaze as it shot towards medusa and the one atop the throne. for a moment, his ears swivel, curious of the reasoning behind the gathering but it gave way to be lame; as erebos would rather be anywhere else than here. standing, he made it clear he was distrustful of the strangers around him. giving only an ear for the brief moment of this meeting before intending to dismiss himself as soon as it was over.


"talk" 'think'