These lands were new to him. And what a devastating sight it was. He had seen many things before, but nothing quite like this. It seemed to be a place of battle, and the ground was littered with bones and blood. Some fresh, and some that appeared to be sitting there for days...weeks...months...the dust of bones from years past, perhaps. The wolf-dog moved his way across the grounds, stepping around the bones that stuck out of the ground, senses alert for the presence of others. If this was a place where others came to fight, then he supposed that's what he was looking for. His first fight in these lands, would he succeed? Or would he succumb to nature like the ones rotting in the ground?

Speech

Speech ─ Think

Widow didn't find herself awake very often while the sun was out, much less outside of her den or even Hellborn, but sleep had been something she wasn't blessed with the last few nights. Seething over Erebos' behavior and their sudden divorce, she found herself leaving the pack more often than not in search of distractions. The woods reeked of him anyway, especially around his den.

She hadn't intended on a fight today, but her legs carried her to the boneyard anyway. Almost as if they were saying something she didn't want to admit, to beat someone else up for Erebos pissing her off. Oh how she wished it was Erebos, but that's what an imagination is for.

Instead, she found someone that wasn't quite wolf. At least not fully anyway, but she wasn't sure what he was exactly. It hardly mattered to her though, as he was nothing more than just an opponent that she was ready to unleash some aggression on.

"Looking for a challenger?" she questioned, her tone sweet despite everything going on in her head presently.

Blended with beauty and blessed by the divine

─ by Skelle !