The gods beak scratched along your jaw, a low, almost growl like sound leaving his throat. He looked like a man, everything but his head, anyway. The top of his head was like a bronzed griffin vulture skull, while the bottom jaw was that of a dire wolves. His fangs were exposed as he spoke lowly. “Wake up mortal.”

His voice was almost a feral snarl, his forever armor clad body pressed close to your own, frailer body. Connected to his skull… head? Was a Spartan commanders horse hair frill, both ends having wolf fur tied to it. His vulture feather covered cloak fell lightly over you as his empty eyes flared into your own.