Haunted Wood the maw

a scent calms his fraying nerves. his brother—he'd returned. finally. all he does these days is worry over erebos, it seems. but he isn't alone. rhadamanthus does not worry; his brother wouldn't allow just anyone to follow. 

no, this other being must be important. there's a whisper then, in the back of his mind. reverent, feverish. whomever erebos brought with him, the gods seemed eager. pleased.

he pivots in his steps, eyes of silver finding his brother first. a flash of warmth, a kindling meant only for his kin. and then they find the woman. she's beautiful in ways he could hardly understand. gentle, soft. why had erebos brought her here? 

rhad's step are calm but no less demanding as he approached. first, to greet his brethren with an affectionate rumble, a gentle headbutt. and then he straightens himself to greet the girl. 

the whispers grow louder for a moment. he can't decipher them. "what is your name, lamb?" he rumbled, voice deep and smooth. he half-circles her, assessing. 

her beauty isn't the only reason erebos brought her. she would play a larger part in what he'd come to build; he could feel it.