I think my brain is rotting in places

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

their encounter was seemingly free flowing, easy to him like second nature. his charisma was prominent these days as he found himself slowly settling into his own energy. finding his element and poise, a stable force. "Érebos Dunamis." he laughed softly, nodding once to confirm her guess as his eyes creased with enthusiasm. hearing his name in the mouths of others invigorated him- making his ego erect as it activated him. stepping forward once, he listened more before responding. "Empousa.." he tasted her name, playing with it on his tongue. "Pleasure is mine." the male was mannered, something of elegant even.

but strikingly, she doesn't come. why? it doesn't fall on a still body as he instead ignites with sudden bursts of speed-, charging abruptly with jowls parted and teeth bare. the switch up was instantaneous; so much that one had to take in account the amount of control Érebos must've had over himself.


érebos vs empousa for spar
round: 1/2
age: over 1yr
size: dire wolf
build: heavy
offensive battle accessory: metal claw caps
defensive battle accessory: metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
companion 1: male cooper’s hawk - battle
companion 2: male ferruginous hawk - perception
skills: master fighter & advanced healer
specialty: beserker


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