If we get violent, oh yeah, we'll call it a riot

Epimethius

He had stayed near the west side of Boreas more often than not, only leaving to investigate the strange happenings going on around them. Today though the fog that settled in was thick, dense, and opaque. Settling against the earth like a low cloud, it chilled the air and made seeing near impossible. He could feel the moisture from the fog cutting through the outermost layer of his pelt, he was lucky to have such an insolated pelt.

The further he traversed the clearer it became to him that the fog would probably not be letting up for some time, and he could tell the weather that followed it would more than likely be harsh and frigid. He shook his head as he freed the condensation that was collecting on his face, ears perking as he heard movement quickly followed by an all too familiar voice.

A grin plastered its way onto his maw, as he let out a low growl feigning aggression before leaping at the man. Taking the lighter man off balance, and forcing him onto his back. The playful grin settled onto his face as he lowered his maw daringly close to Genesis's. "Just me." Was all that came from Epimethius at first, the fog even at this proximity barely allowing him to fully inspect the man in front of him. He shifted his weight, caging in the man but not quite squishing down onto him.

His gaze flitted over Genesis again before looking back at the fog, then back to him once more. His head tilting as he thought for a moment, "Would you like to fight Gene? Afterwards I can offer my company as a prize." He purred out, the undertone of his statement was rather clear.

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If we get violent, oh yeah, we'll call it a riot

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Epimethius