Eris (troublenstrife) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-03-29 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, eris, nsfw |
An old friend stops by the fight scene
Even for a fight night the atmosphere was charged. A hum of discontent rolling under the skin of everyone in the room, from fighters to gamblers. Everyone was just a little more eager for blood, a little more desperate to see fists slam into flesh.
If Ares was wondering why, the source wasn't hard to find; an old friend was walking around ring, practically buzzing with energy. The best kind of old friend, in her opinion. The kind you fight alongside and bring cities down with.
No businesswoman or Vegas-beauty look for her today, Eris was dressed more for her personality than the image she usually portrayed around the city. In a short, flared leather dress with blood-red straps wrapped around her waist haphazardly, she fit in more with a rougher crowd. You certainly couldn't have accused her of blending in, though. The outfit was finished with hold-ups and gloves more shredded than not, and a pair of knee-high boots with sharp spikes at the heels. Yes, they could be used as actual weapons - the only ones she seemed to have on her.