A horn echoed through the lands as a lionman rode close on his giant lion mount. He had long hair that went beyond his shoulders, and a thick beard that covered his bare chest. It was loose and wild, and he seemed looser and wilder yet. His body was thick with muscle, built like a sturdy tree. His eyes were copper, yet fiery though he looked bored.
"You there, human," the lionman said. "You trespass upon my lands and kill my people. What last words do you have?"
Ares glanced back and then looked back to the lionman. "Oh! You're talking to me, excuse me." Ares laughed as he sat up, hearing the shuffling within his camp as his people awoke. "I'm not a human so I was a little confused. I am King Ares, Master of Waters, Kin of all Riveans. I was merely travelling through the land to explore the West when I was beset by a few kittens. I dealt with them well enough, though it was mostly a companion of mine who had slaughtered them." Ares cracked his neck.
