Location: The Lagoon
The lion naturally followed the werewolf's fleeing form, for it gave off the scent of a pleasurable hunt. Chryseis prowled around the group that split from the whole that decided to chase after the canine. The golden beast took this short time to mentally go over the individuals who he unfortunately didn't have the pleasure of conversing with.
'A colorful bunch,' he thought to himself. Indeed, it was an assortment of wonderful individuals that all had a lust for violence with the exception of one. Ignis requested that everyone refer to that one as Pandora, so that will be the stand-in for her name at this moment in time.
What's odd is that Chryseis doesn't see the desire for violence on her. Not even the smallest smidgen of a latent want for carnage. He closed his eyes in thought with only letting his nose and ears guide him.
'No matter. In time, anyone would grow to love it just as I have.' There was a euphoric grin emanating feelings of pure bliss from the lion. Reminiscing in the days of his past before he was cast down here was an everyday pastime for him.
It's time to look to the future though. The moment his thoughts zeroed in on that, he heard the howls of other werewolves. He opened his eyes to see a fortress turning inside out with furred beasts throwing themselves out.
"Vengeance is the spice this time? Wonderful...!" Nothing more than a type of motivation to birth a powerful will to do battle. Anything that creates a situation for conflict is something Chryseis can support. "Throw upon me all your sorrow and hatred and light my heart. I will respond in kind and fulfill you desires for a battle." Naturally, the first one to meet the charge of the werewolves was Chryseis. He rushed forward with satisfaction as he threw out his claws along with his love.
His pounce signaled the start of the wild and chaotic battle.