Feb 26, 2024
For: @howlinglucas
Where: Lupercalia
When: Day 3, after the doubles tournament
“I’d hate to be a Demogorgon knowing you’re out there,” Lycaon said, walking up to Lucas holding two glasses of beer. He offered one to Lucas with a nod of approval. Although they had lost to literal gods in the final match up, Lucas and Damian were still able to contend with the best of them. The original lycan expected nothing less than excellence from Lucas, he bore witness to the lycan’s tenacity during the years they spent running feral together during the end times. Damian was nothing to be scoffed at either, Elena’s son had held his own during the match. "Having fun?" Lycaon inquired, it had been a while since the last time the two of them had spoken.