What a Nice Temple You Have
"Ares! Come out I must speak to you." Arilon Bellowed as she entered the temple to the good of war, clothes torn, armor dented. The red haired Amazon was bleeding from wounds on her arms and thighs. None of her wounds where life threating; only adding to her anger.
Despite her disheveled appearance she looked out of place in a temple dedicated to war. The temple was decorated with weapon from all over the known world. Dark red and gold banners hang from the walls leading up a gold statue of Ares himself.
Arilon collapsed in found at the gold statue. Her bloody hands falling on the god's boots.
Amazon blood spilled in his temple was not the worst way to start his day. The scent of it convalescing in his nostrils as he breathed in deeply, it was one of his favorite aromas. It aroused his senses, made him feel sharp. She was a warrior woman - that piqued his interest enough to earn his attention.
A redhead, he noticed. He liked those. They were