❛Ƭнє нσяѕємαη σf Ɯαя.❜ — Starter for PROJECT M. Read: tl.gd/n_1sor85f

✘ #SeductiveSunday, featuring warriors from her past.

[ Nightwing. ] [|War. Something she's become quite familiar with, being Ares' one true pair when it came to battlefields and using —

[ Nightwing. ] — their swords. Her eyes turn to the man who's always caught her attention in the midst of such chaos now, dark eyes —

[ Nightwing. ] — assessing the situation for what it is. Mayhem, turmoil, anarchy. She nods slowly at the God of War, and moves her —

[ Nightwing. ] — fingers up to adjust her military helmet. A sword, appears in her right hand shortly after. In the left, a whip that —

[ Nightwing. ] — will command her chariot.|] Where you go, I will follow. As always, my companion of War.

[ Nightwing. ] [|Certainty, and confidence filled the warrior goddess as she slips her fingers into his whip too. Ares was the —

[ Nightwing. ] — perfect warrior, but his chariot skills still needed to be fixed. They both had a lot to learn, and most of the wars —

[ Nightwing. ] — they've been through together forged a deep connection between the two of them. She could feel his anxiousness, even —

[ Nightwing. ] — as she stood a full foot from him.|] Ichor shall be spilt today. I swore to your father and brother. . . and to you.

[ Nightwing. ] [|Bellona truly couldn't help it; the people of Athens had been slaughtered by those righteous fatales that dare name —

[ Nightwing. ] — themselves Titans. Rage fueled her as they continued on their journey. She couldn't wait to rip open into the Titan's —

[ Nightwing. ] — skin, and throw the remains to Erebus. Chaos /would/ reign again, but under the war goddess' watchful eye.|] Ares, —

[ Nightwing. ] — my dearest. . . have you ever wondered what death must feel like to Titans?

[ Nightwing. ] [|Curious -- a word rarely associated with the war goddess, but one she must know in order to fix an army —

[ Nightwing. ] — together. Simply put, she was many things. Ruthless, deceitful. /Angry/. She could feel that one running through her —

[ Nightwing. ] — veins as she stood within her chariot. Bellona shifts her fingers from within her whip, and onto his upper arm. A —

[ Nightwing. ] — smile covers her lips as she does so, squeezing his bicep.|] I haven't ever wanted another like I want you. We're —

[ Nightwing. ] — two of a kind -- born of the same blood. I'm. . . glad, I have you.