É R E B O S


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he moved smoothly, traveling through as he took care of himself. self sufficient, catching his own meals and setting camp away form hellborn. determined to convince his heart that life went on. from the outside, he may of had it all together. looking as sharp as ever without fic & now widow. with each passing day, he began to finally believe it.
his gallop was a strong one, his bulky form trotting through cedar falls. the memories of this place a distant one as he kept his mind focus on the agendas of fishing and harvesting some dandelion for the slight ache in his shoulder. he would spend moments with his dual toned eyes scanning over the terrain in search for the bright weed. but his attention was taken by the noise of a rustle in the near thickets. rising his head, he paused and stood tall- eyes sharp and firm ahead. "Who goes there?"

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He had been gone for a long while. Lost, as one would call it. He had chased something beyond Insomnia's lands, and before he knew it, he realized he had gotten too far from home and had no idea how to get back or where home even was. The yearling didn't fret about it, though he was sure his mother had been this entire time. For all she knew, the boy was dead in a ditch somewhere or possibly even taken far away. Of course, he was just on the next continent over. He just didn't know that he was on the other side of the bifrost, his sense of direction had never been the best and he couldn't even really remember how far he'd gone let alone where he'd been or where to go to get home. Regardless, he took is as one big adventure. Probably further than any of his siblings had gone before, but he couldn't be sure. All he knew was that he had to make it back somehow, some way. Had he bothered to ask the locals? Nah. He didn't need anyones help. He was a big boy now, and he didn't want to appear weak or convinced not to go back home. Instead, he skirted borders, stole food where he could, and now crept along the thickets of the Cedar Falls. Something had caught his attention, and so the boy followed, curious as to who the stranger was and what they were doing. Maybe the stranger had food he could steal... Peeking from the cover of the thickets, The Shadowed Grim watched with burning eyes locked on the larger wolf. Watching. Waiting for an opportunity. But it would seem that the guy had heard him, and as Grim stepped back to bolt the other way, his foot snapped a twig that sat beneath his feet. His fur bristled as he released a quiet snarl, gaze snapping back to the stranger. Well, if he'd been caught then he might as well show himself for nothing other than to give his inexperienced self a fighting chance. He emerged from the thicket, scraggly and thing (but he always looked like that), appearing every bit as feral as his mother often did. "Who are you?" He retorted. "Grim"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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icy blue and chocolate brown pools squeezed on the gruff figure of a yearling. a male with wicked markings & eerie eyes. it was a striking similarity to medusa and he made the potential connection almost immediately. an intelligent man Érebos was-, already scheming and taking advantage of the situation had everything been true to his internal assumptions. when the male spoke, Érebos listened then replied. "Érebos Dunamis." he nodded with a brief, casual greet- proud to share his name freely as he eyed the other with an unwavering stare. tail idle by his hocks as he studied the other, they looked to be vagabond. "And you?" he asked, eyes gleaming at the other with a stoic expression.




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He sized the guy, though he knew his scrawny self probably couldn't do much since he lacked both proper training and whatnot. The dude was built heavier than he was, and no matter how much he ate, Grim just never really could pack on that kind of weight. He'd always appear scraggly and thin, like a skeleton himself. The name the male spoke didn't ring a bell for him, and so he blinked as he considered giving his own name. "Hmm....never heard of it." He pulled himself out from the thicket and sat, hips protruding as he craned his neck down a bit, head twisting slightly up to look at the male with a critical red gaze. "Grim...Medusa..." He responded, speech suddenly broken and a bit ominous as he offered up his name. Of course, he knew Medusa wasn't his last name...but he held his mother in such high regard and wanted to be just like her that he had the habit of using it as such. "Grim"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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the other came into fuller view, seating themselves and Erebos could not help but wonder of their situation. "You need food, yes?" he asked, seating himself as well under the vigilant gaze of boy. as they spoke, the boy confirmed erebos's assumptions by a mile. closing it all in, he set forth a plan to carry out immediately. wise enough to know he could be speaking to the next insomnia leader. "You are medusa's offspring?" as if he needed more confirmation. "Please allow me to take you back. I can provide you safe passage & assure you are brought back to insomnia. With food in your belly, prince." he asserted the other in their righteous pedestal, seeing the situation as a prime way to get the favors of medusa later. even then, his intents weren't just self centered..- he grew to like and respect medusa. hopefully this could provide her some proof. whilst having the many opportunities to mess this up, he does not. not by any means.




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Food. His head cocked at the question. He was about to decline out of sheer pride when his stomach rumbled. Loudly. He returned the sentiment, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat as if threatening his own stomach for speaking out of turn. He had been eating, but only when he remembered to. And when he could find it, it was as scrawny as he was. The constant rain in Auster had driven most of the prey elsewhere to avoid the constant rain and flooding. So he'd been shit out of luck for sometime on something decent. "Erebos...has food?" He croaked, red gaze intense as if he expected the man to produce it right then and there. "You are Medusa's offspring?" His head cocked the other way then, a slow nod at the question. "Medusa, yes. She is...mother." He replied, more enthusiasm this time. He knew her? That was good. It meant that she was still there in Insomnia right where he'd left her. And then his offer brought the shadow full circle. He straightened up, almost jumping to his feet. He knew where Insomnia was!? As if a spark had been lit behind those crimson eyes, he stared hungrily at the dire wolf. "Erebos can take Grim...home? Food? What does he want?" He questions. After all, everything had a price, did it not? At least in the Book of Grim there was. He did nothing for outsiders for free. But as the man said, he was a Prince! And that word in itself began to inflate his ego. "No...no...Erebos take Grim home now." He demanded. "Grim"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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the yearling was aware but they're still exceptionally impressionable. Érebos persuades their interest and they fall into place, just as he intended. "Yes. Food." he confirmed, standing tall as his cold eyes scrutinized the boy. they spoke on about medusa-, furthermore encouraging Érebos. but they surprise him with the bare question: what does he want? "I want your favor." deep tones collided in the air between them- a stark contrast against the silence that surrounded them. Favor could mean a lot of things. things he didn't stress to elaborate, leaving it all for the child to discern on their own. it could only mean well after all, right?

a sudden shift in the child's demeanor is noticed. erebos's left ear flicker, fanning off any bother that flared up at the direct order; his face never hinting his internal distaste. there was a time and place for defiance, and now was not it. "Of course." he said nothing more, briskly setting off into the thickets, leading grim back to insomnia safely.

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