love won through my defeat

Eurycrates · December 14, 2018, 05:07 PM

He is far enough away that the woman's accented voice is quiet, but still close. He hears every word. A snarl blooms in his throat, bubbling up and out of his maw. He shakes himself and walks, bristling, toward the other--his new packmate, he supposes--with a steely glint in his eye.
They must pay for this, Eurycrates says sharply, staring toward the cliffs. Let's get her back. Destroy them all.
Truth be told, the titan couldn't care less for the woman he barely knew. What he does care about is eliminating the domineering, neighboring presence of Drageda. He is fine with killing in cold blood, but cause makes it all the more justifiable. They have taken something from the sound, and now the sound will swallow them up.
If you want her back, we have to go, now, he insists, looking at Erzulie. Who knows what they are capable of, the savages.