When I shoot, I hit the target

to his surprise, medusa was affectionate. she seemingly forgot who stood around as she went straight for grim, plastering kisses all over the youth. a part of him despised it-, as Nike cringed at the term "mother". Nike was far from the affection medusa was seemingly capable of, despite her oddities. offering Érebos a mere embrace that last seconds when he successfully killed a subject he was tested with. passing it of course was only ever good & valid. "He has only been with me for a short time. I found him wondering in cedar falls and brought him straight home," he clarified with his baritone voice, tail swaying to the left as he remained standing near the two.


"Talking" - "Thinking"