♚ÉREBOS DUNAMIS

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he woke this day with something heavy on his mind-, he grew impatient with what he clearly lacked. power.. he itched for it. desired, dreamed about it. instilled from a young age was the pressure to obtain a higher status at all costs. more dunamis were coming and he knew it. his elders mentioned them approaching sometime before winter; and more fluxes would be sent this way as the years went on. nearly a 3 year old, Érebos had to act quickly to lay down the ground work for the clan. and here today, history would make itself. it had to.

so as he walked with the sway of his rounded girth, the enormous wolf called for medusa with a booming howl that traveled all over insomnia territory. surely, other pack mates would hear but he didn't care who included themselves. right now, he wanted the alpha, his wife to battle him. he desired a top tier rank- no more, no less. and he knew medusa's tactics were far from easy. placing himself in a ready stance, his body swelled with adrenaline and anticipation as he waited with a hungry stare. eager to carve his name in the heart of boreas as many times as it fucking took.


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A booming call would sound for her. Erebos was calling her, a challenge for a higher rank. Her fur prickled with excitement and anticipation. At last! The first one to challenge her for a higher rank! About damn time! She wasted no time in heading to him. Her lover. Her beloved. Her soon to be husband. Their fight would be intense, she was sure. And she expected no less whenever they tangled in such fierceness. Though her paw wasn't fully healed yet, she was still capable and willing to fight. Nobody would stop her from doing what she wanted, and despite Rue's protests, Medusa ignored her and carried on. She would find her dear Erebos soon enough, a mischievous glint in her eye as she sized him up. Her usual grin plastered to her face as she giggled, head low in her usual stalking manner and eyes cast upward, searing into his own. "Medusa has been waiting for someone to do this for a long, long time! Erebos better not hold back!" She chimed, giggling again as she motioned for her companions to step aside. Today, she would be fighting alone and without assistance. A fair fight, perhaps.

What was all this then? Erebos was calling the Queen for a challenge? Intrigued, the Dunamis male rose from his place beside his den and made his way quickly toward where his brother had called, arriving in time to find him standing before the eccentric Bone Queen. He was interested to see who would come out the victor. Erebos was a formidable fighter, but so was Medusa. And considering their newfound relationship, he wondered if either would hold back against the other...or if they would go at it without hesitance. He sat, eyeing the two boys that seemingly emerged out of nowhere. He shuddered as they cackled, taking a seat nearby. Ripper and Grim were a strange duo...and certainly gave him the creeps! Turning his attention back to the soon-to-be fighting pair, he added "May the Gods watch over you and lend you strength."

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♚ÉREBOS DUNAMIS

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she came, faithful to his call as she arrived with swiftness. she seemed pleased with his ambitions-, something widow could never appreciate. medusa was right for him, not one to make him s l o w down as if his progress had overwhelmed her. he greeted medusa, refusing the urge to wag his tail although he was delighted to see the bone queen, no doubt. he wanted to kiss her, tell her how much he cared despite the battle they'd partake in today. he couldn't hold back on her just because he loved her. medusa had to be broken through, just like everything else. he consumed anything that stood in his way. and today, it had been his wife.

he caught her words and it was like they had been on the same wavelength. good. his eyes didn't move off her form even as kronos came. hearing his words, the patriarch flared his nose like a mad bull- revved up and filled to the brim with adrenaline. he slid on his horned amor and whistled for two of his bird companions to join as they station above his body in the air. medusa was a seasoned fighter and he knew better than to take her lightly, whether she dropped her own armor & companions or not. wisdom got him here, not just brute strength.

with a moment of silence, he said lowly just enough for medusa to hear, "I love you." he is face was stoic, empty of the evidence that might've matched with his last few words. but she knew very well how deeply he felt for her.. and for his family.

with nothing else to say, the dunamis took on a defensive stance before charging at medusa with surprising speed that offset like a gun. his muscles coiling and springing into action as he came towards medusa with the intent of sinking his helmet horns into her shoulder, purposively away from her vital organs.


Érebos vs Medusa for Grim Reaper rank
Round: 1/?
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Titanium dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
Companion 1: Male Cooper’s Hawk - Battle
Companion 1: Male Ferruginous Hawk - Perception
Skills: Master fighter & Novice Healer
Specialty: Berserker


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She would give him time to prepare himself, dual-toned eyes watching as he donned his armor and called for his birds. Very well, she would do the same. Almost. Umbra brought her skeleton armor, and The Wraith would slide it on with practiced ease before motioning for her companions to stand back. This she wanted to do on her own without their aid. She shook out her slim form, bones rattling with each movement as she grinned, the skull of the wolf she had killed long ago settling over her head. Her sharpened claw covers dug into the dirt with anticipation, and despite his demeanor, his whispered words to her would not go unheard. Her ears swiveled forward for a moment before falling back for protection, a slight nod of acknowledgement. Kronos had arrived for support for his brother no doubt, or perhaps for both of them. She wasn't sure. Either way, she expected Erebos to give it his all as he usually did. She watched him carefully as she herself shifted into a lower position, joints loose as she lowered herself toward the ground in preparation. A playbow sort of position. . She wasn't the type to fight with strength, but rather her speed. She knew by now that she couldn't overpower heavier opponents. As soon as he moved and charged toward her, she cackled as he closed the distance between them. Once within range, she would rush to meet him, springing up toward his throat, the point of her left shoulder jutted forward in an attempt to slam it into his throat and choke him, while her jaws sought the side of his neck just behind his jaw line. The horns of his helmet would find a mark on the side of her own neck, leaving mild lacerations that would bleed, but certainly something she could ignore for now. Medusa vs Erebos for Rank Challenge Round: 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter "Medusa"

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his mate was fast- agile on those beautifully sculpted toes. a dainty thing, slender and feminine; she used it to her advantage like a smart woman. he lived in this moment with her, gliding towards one another: himself and his warrior wife. a full circle moment, he loved her evermore for the action she could wield and pack she could punch. dunamis women were never weak despite their lesser ranks. and medusa was born to be their matriarch.

as they clipped one another, their weight's clashing made a loud knock! his breath staggered but he gathers himself while his mate went for his throat. his horns grazed her own neck and he snarls- immediately using his forearms to remove her from his body as they aimed to fling over her. her own bite lands, sinking past his pelt as he delivers an angered roar. he them steps into her, attempting to dive into her with bared fangs- searching for previously hit shoulder again.


Érebos vs Medusa for Grim Reaper rank
Round: 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Titanium dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
Companion 1: Male Cooper’s Hawk - Battle
Companion 1: Male Ferruginous Hawk - Perception
Skills: Master fighter & Novice Healer
Specialty: Berserker


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He never disappointed whenever they engaged in such a violent dance. She had hit her target, bodies clashing with an audible knock against one another. The air was nearly thrown from her own lungs, but she would push through and persevere! While she was aware she couldn't overpower him, she had other tricks up her metaphorical sleeve to try and get her out of the bind he now sought to put her in. Powerful forearms would come up around her, earning a hiss from the Wraith as he pushed forward. She refused to be toppled, however, planting her hind paws firmly in the earth to avoid being thrown. Though her teeth had sunk into their mark, she released as his own fangs sought out her shoulder. She was too close to move properly, not quick enough as his fangs found their mark, sinking deep and earning a snarl from her. Given their current position, however, she made a last ditch effort and lunged, aiming to sink her own fangs into the back of his exposed scruff with the intent of grabbing and twisting his head the other way, an attempt to force him to release her as well as put his neck in an uncomfortable position. Meanwhile, she would also raise a forepaw, forcing it between her and his chest to try and rake her claws down and force him back. Medusa vs Erebos for Rank Challenge Round: 2/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter "Medusa"

And the winner is...

EREBOS

MEDUSA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: EREBOS: Attack Roll: 71 Defense Roll: 89 Agility Roll: 60 Perception Roll: 32 Total: 252 Attack[71] + 70% Bonus[49.70]: 120.70 Defense[89] + 10% Bonus[8.90]: 97.90 Agility[60] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 60.00 Perception[32] + 10% Bonus[3.20]: 35.20 Total[313.80] + 25% Bonus[78.45]: 392.25 MEDUSA: Attack Roll: 26 Defense Roll: 50 Agility Roll: 91 Perception Roll: 19 Total: 186 Attack[26] + 35% Bonus[9.10]: 35.10 Defense[50] + 15% Bonus[7.50]: 57.50 Agility[91] + 5% Bonus[4.55]: 95.55 Perception[19] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 19.00 Total[207.15] + 25% Bonus[51.79]: 258.94

Enyo stood at the edge of the field, her broad shoulders rigid, muscles tense. She watched the clash unfold before her. Her brother Erebros moved with cold precision, each strike calculated, every movement designed to exploit Medusa’s weaknesses.

Her eyes followed every move, sharp and unblinking. Part of her burned with envy. He’s doing it, she thought bitterly. That moment when she had faced Medusa and given everything and still came up short flashed through her mind. She had wanted it so badly, to rise above, to prove her worth not just as a Dunamis, but as the Dunamis. But Medusa had bested her and now, here was Erebros. Methodical, unflinching Erebros who had always seemed so... in control.

For a flicker of a moment, Enyo wanted him to fail. She wanted to see Medusa rise and strike him down, to show him that it wasn’t just about skill or strength. If he lost, then maybe it would ease the sting of her own failure. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, a wave of shame followed. He’s Dunamis, she reminded herself. He is her blood. He deserves this, even if she never got it.

Right?

Erebros delivered the winning blow, and Medusa staggered. Enyo’s heart raced, a mix of emotions swirling through her. Pride. Envy. Frustration. Admiration. She clenched her jaw, fighting the storm of feelings as Erebros stood tall, victorious. Of course he won.

She should feel proud. And she was...deeply. Like deep down. A knot of bitterness coiled in her stomach. He had done it, and in doing so, reminded her of the battle she had lost.

Her eyes glinted, and she allowed herself a small, tight-lipped smile. "You’ve earned it, brother," she said in a mild congratulatory manner. There was no trace of the inner turmoil. She would be proud of him.


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