Life was…repetitive.

Wake up. Fight. Prize. Sleep. Repeat. What else was there for him to enjoy? Nothing. Asides from whatever he gets offered as a prize whenever he won turning his fights, but even with that, it was quite mundane. Most of the time, all he would ask for was a hearty meaty meal to enjoy alone in his room down underneath the Colosseum.

Last he had a friend, they turned out to be his unfortunate opponent. And that didn’t end well as he was the only one left standing. As usual.

The day was like any other. He had done one of his many fights to entertain those…patricians. Hearing there sickly cheers and drunken laughter as each wealthy man betted or simply came to see blood be shed. They had nothing to do but keep watching those below them suffer. Pathetic.

After winning, Lupus was, as routinely, given options of what his prizes would be. Or to state what he wanted and it shall be his…

It was hard for Lupus to even think in the moment. The adrenaline and rush was still coursing high in his body that he couldn’t even concentrate or think but only blankly stare off to calm down.