And not all the fifty fucking personalities inside your skull
Zeph
You're not feeling so well...
Epimethius
Advanced Fighter (105)
Expert Hunter (120)
age
2 Years
2 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
128
128
player
Medilic
Medilic
11-06-2024, 11:54 PM
Epimethius just could not stop running into a certain black brute on the battlefield, not that he could complain. Going against the same opponent and learning everything about each other on the battlefield was nice, in a savage sort of way. The breeze shifted as he came to his all too familiar spot in the field, the breeze was heavy with the metallic scent of blood in the air. The smell of dirt, of the earth, clung to it just as strongly. He wondered how long it must have taken for the very land to begin to sing of the smell of blood. Epimethius inhaled deeply, nares widening as he took in the smell. He settled into himself, his body relaxing for the briefest of moments. The battlefield had begun to feel like a second home to him. It was harsh, dangerous, but familiar. The very earth was shaped by every spar and struggle that had been started and finished here. He tilted his head back and forth on his shoulders as he stretched his body out, preparing himself for what was to come. His head lifted as he let out his all-too-familiar call for an opponent. Once again settling into a defensive stance, his claws digging into the dirt, embracing the earth as he let his senses sharpen. Focusing on what was to come. He tilted his head back, letting out a call for an opponent. A part of him hoped it would be one of the two he had grown to become rather curious about. But even if it wasn't them, he would enjoy the thrill nonetheless. The taste of someone's blood was something he would welcome, along with the intimacy and adrenaline that came with the battle. He stared forward, alert as he watched the area around him. His muscles were tense as he lowered his head and prepared for an opponent and an oncoming clash. His body moved to settle into a defensive stance, ready to spring forward at any hint of movement. Patience was key here, and luckily he had more than enough of it. "Talk"
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