In the eye of the beholder.

É r e b o s


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he was met him with her formal demeanor that he felt thankful for. there was a time & place for emotions, and erebos knew that. he was a private man, with private connections. he kept strangers at bay and was naturally elusive. even within his pack lands. "I've managed." of course he has. he always would. he turns his eyes to he crowd in the near distance, watching through the flickering flames the fight that would ensue. he sighed, biting his lips as he contemplated whether to join in or not. what could've been so important that it had to ruin the bonfire ceremony? ears flattened with offense, as he came to look at fic with a sense of worry. "why don't get out of here, yea?" he said aloud with a deep voice, taking initiative & direction of their session here. certainly he wouldn't allow anyone to ruin. not even himself.

"talk" 'think'