I think my brain is rotting in places

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

the battlefield-, it called his name and rang over the humid air like a feverish fog. beckoning him forward at random times of the day when he was hungry & primal. the patriarch's steps were heavy and deliberate, poised with his weight on every move. large and muscular frame coming to move over the littered terrain, his massive paws disgracing the lives lost with a consistently ignorant trample. swiveling ears then caught the sound of a call just a few more paces ahead. close and convenient, Érebos took the challenge willingly; his stride predatory & eyes glaring while he took his time to arrive. and it was a female by the looks of it.. yet her scent does not reflect this so clearly. alongside that, enyo was somehow plastered to their fur. faint yet distinct to the male's nose who knew her scent anywhere.

his eyes narrowed on her form then, consuming her image and imprinting on her with a glint of suspicion in his eyes. a smaller female with earthen tones and certainly a stranger to Érebos. what did this fae have to do with his sister? one of her whores perhaps? he came to a slow, modest halt-, his face stoic and empty of any emotional cues. "And how do you know of my Enyo?" his voice was baritone and guttural, vibrating out with noticeable girth. his pink tongue then came to lick over his inky lips, as if anticipating a meal to come. satiation of some kind waiting to hit his ears.


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