Gonna wish you just walked away

the bear was busy with enyo who weaved and dodged them, tiring them out before Érebos even got to them. a fantastic team, Érebos and enyo spent their times fighting as one. he was the king, and she was his sword. so when she fatigued the bear, Érebos landed a blow to the bear's flank, holding them down with weight as he bit deep into the bear's hide. blood rolling out into the pools of his mouth- a reward as he held on tight, not willing to let go. he snarled through his teeth, signaling enyo to mount the bear and go for the neck. to make the killing blow.


"Talking" - "Thinking"