Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-25808351-20190926225809

Marcus could smell the cause of the crimson air, and clearly hear the symphony of vicious combat. He gripped his greatsword’s handle, cautious to the epicenter of these things. Yet Cerberus fearlessly strode into the crimson mist, seek this conflict.

Cerberus was a being created in conflict, breed for conflict and born to devour those who engaged him his fated occupation. His piercing red eyes saw through the haze and red, as he marched dauntless toward the sounds of war, his playground.