famous

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY


the yearling was aware but they're still exceptionally impressionable. Érebos persuades their interest and they fall into place, just as he intended. "Yes. Food." he confirmed, standing tall as his cold eyes scrutinized the boy. they spoke on about medusa-, furthermore encouraging Érebos. but they surprise him with the bare question: what does he want? "I want your favor." deep tones collided in the air between them- a stark contrast against the silence that surrounded them. Favor could mean a lot of things. things he didn't stress to elaborate, leaving it all for the child to discern on their own. it could only mean well after all, right?

a sudden shift in the child's demeanor is noticed. erebos's left ear flicker, fanning off any bother that flared up at the direct order; his face never hinting his internal distaste. there was a time and place for defiance, and now was not it. "Of course." he said nothing more, briskly setting off into the thickets, leading grim back to insomnia safely.

-exit




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