I think my brain is rotting in places

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

just before they collided, his hawk swooped down attempting to scratch at the female's face. to deter them off path as Érebos suddenly tilted to the side, unpredictable in his dodge. yet still, the female grazed his shoulder with her teeth. in quick recalibration Érebos twirled around to face her head on, sliding on his horned helmet in the moment he had to spare. quick and calculated, Érebos may of been underestimated. and it was often times a grave, fatal mistake. he could change & conform with a single whim, transforming and adaptive at best. he aimed to make empousa.. comfortable before he rained hell on her.

and without an ounce of concern, his face changed into a rigid spew of lines that crinkled- an angry snarl leaving out from his maw as he drove into her direction attempting to send steel horns into her side. he fought in a devious style, taking his advantage every time. never missing a beat to show why he was the patriarch. "I'm not enyo, κοριτσάκι(little girl)." she wouldn't be tolerated for being a woman; there was no pass, no immunity from his villainous nature. as unassuming as he was, Érebos was a master at control and when to let loose.


érebos vs empousa for spar
round: 2/2
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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