“Rather curious of you to agree but I suppose you’re right.
A rather unassuming form.” Hand returns back to his side.
“Other than causing terror, what else has been going on as of late.
My duty has kept me away and busy.”
D͙ O͙ O͙ M͙
not really a curse I greed to be her test dummy
:: pouts ::
yet effective on war one doesn't expect a woman
〝 DΣMIӨƧ𖤐 〞
“So you have. Forgive me.”
Small pause. Then he goes to pat her head awkwardly.
“I am well. — was this a curse done by Hecate or?”
D͙ O͙ O͙ M͙
I'm a female now Hecate did this but I'm fine with it are you? also I'm good!
〝 DΣMIӨƧ𖤐 〞
Going rigid. Moros is able to stop himself from being tackled to the ground but now he’s being embraced. . .
“son of Ares” he greets stiffly. “How are you?”
