Under his concealment, Erebus’s sleeve witheld a fastened hilt to his forearm. His last free hand wore a bronze glove. Adorning his body was drapes of faded purples and navy, blacks and grays. He had his hood down, which matched the blackened trim and magistus maroons of his courpsemourn cape. Erebus had his hair buzzed on the sides, left messy long on the top, it was in a almost bleached tint, albeit it had a pink coloration. Lining his chin, his cheekbones, and his forehead were black markings— in total they stretched across his own body; over every appendage down to his toes. Erebus was considered a Godsblood, a Human Warlocke, and had four mighty arms which moved in coercion or all at once, all of which were worked to the bone with muscle, even though Erebus was slender. Most of his muscle definition was in these arms.
Charlie was a brown and white chihuahua— without any special power the pup just made the days go by faster. Erebus was fond of the creature and took it in as a companion, Eternal Nightmare / Beverly Hills Dog. Erebus gave the pup a nice pet within the bag as he walked along. The place of origin for the quest was— as normal, the Church. After all, any mortal man feared EN but the ghosts never ceased being that they had already died. They just needed a firm ass kicking to reach hell for good, and that’s why the Guildmaster was the select individual.
The sun had just set, leaving a purple night sky with flickering diamonds in its backdrop, and with fall approaching all the Oak Trees had lost their green life. They were oranges, yellows, or sadly no longer there now. Erebus loved this time of month, but some especially hated the temperate drops. Which would occur in about a month, to two.
Kicking rocks and pebbles up, Erebus kept true to his stride, passing by Odin’s old pub, now closed after seven. He then passed the Majura Gallery, the lights at the door were on, but there was little activity there. Erebus silently sighed— as he finally neared the edge of his lavish city. It seemed only normal for him to dread the same job, but today? Well today he felt quite skiddish. He needed to bust heads, to see some blood. Erebus was hungering for war and began to bite the skin around his index finger... A sheer sign of anxiety and worry about the future.
Not surprising when his master, someone who easily had more power, was smited by the same nemesis he was planning to stay toe to toe with in the coming months of Winter. Nothing more could be said to that, as he nodded at the priest leaving the church. That was normally a sign that he was tailing it, and the job was left for Ere.
So without anymore waste of time, Erebus pulled his saber to his hand— a crimson light that spelled danger emitted around it. Erebus was of the Lords of Darkness, so one could liken him to a Sith Lord already. He draped his hood over his face, concealing himself from the nose down in dark shadow.
650/1500
(-40% Companion WC Reductions in effect)