{ bloodied, scarred and grinning the god would emerge. a swagger in his step, as the helm was gripped by his fingers.
it had been a day filled with victories and nothing quiet fueled the god like the battle field.
he stepped into the tent in search of wine, when he spotted --
"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,
𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑. "
&& 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.
{ an independent portrayal of ares. portrayal based on mythos, pjo, and other media.}
-- something or rather someone familiar. }
I've heard about the spoils of war being exquisite but this...
{ his smile widened, leering at the figure of @amoretvenustas.bsky.social sprawled upon the single chair that occupied the room. }
what are you doing here, dite?
