Identification was growing stronger - more wise. It has been months since that day she had laid her emerald gaze upon him. It was time, she known that. Time to lay it to rest. Time for her to be a woman and apologize to Erebos. That is honestly if he would care to listen to the words she needed and wanted to say to him. Ears swiveled with worry for a brief moment. There was little worry, however she would not allow it to ruin her clear mind.

The woman of sand patrolled threw corpseghoul swamplands, somewhere she didn't care for, and having to keep her attention to everything around her wasn't no easy feat. It was difficult to travel but she did make it to her destination. Ears perk, as she gathered some wild flowers. Tiger lilies being the center peice surrounded by a few ivory wild flowers and sage tied together by a string of ivy. Oh she hoped that he would come as she lifted her cranium allowing a howl to slip out.

It was dusk, the skies and birch trees painted in adoring shades of pinks, blues and purples. Shadows casted all around, eyes scanning as turning towards what appeared to be a glowing pool of water, noting she had never been here before. She gently picked up the flowers and wandered closer, placing them close to her upon a rock that sprouted from the ground.

As paws carried the lady to the other side of the rock so the pool was beside her, eyes watched for the brute. Curious as if he'd answer her call.

"Identification"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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it's dusk by the time he hears the call of someone who use to be dear to him-, urging his ears forward as he laid down near a tree stump preparing for slumber. he had came so far from auster, from hellborn, from widow and for what? he had no real answer. only wanting to keep himself preoccupied from the divorce that took place. it had been a quieted one no doubt, but he was sure there had been some resentment. even so,- he was quick to disengage from the magnitude of conflict that commonly laid about the queen of hell's toes. relieved in a way but still hurt by her haste choice to disgrace the man. all of which bore a consequence. things always did.

a breeze passes him, bushing him as he remained laid on his belly. contemplating whether the call was worth answering in the first place. he could not afford more on his plate. with the dunamis clan coming together, he needed his leisure time. but was fic even worth the disturbance? he released a growl, remembered what she'd done, his left paw coming to rub the scarring on his chest for a moment as he pondered her audacity and reasoning behind her summoning.

after more moments pass, he sighed, coming to stand and set off with a slow trot. his eyes forward as he went towards the direction of the howl. as minutes pass, he finally does emerge from the thickets to see the fae perched by a glowing water spring surrounded by stones carved. keeping his distance, Érebos stood. not intending to be here too long. "Why have you called for me." his voice was deep and masculine; tones cool and concise and something of a demand to know. after two months, tensions may of faded but their estrangement was ever-present.




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Identification hasn't been herself, she needed to explain herself and the actions that drove them apart. The paste cream woman did not know if he would answer her call or even if he dared to care, she was honestly about to move away when the sounds of another approaching ripped her away from her thoughts.

"I owe an explianation. But also need to seek forgiveness and guidance." His voice threatened to bring tears to her eyes, memories of what she had done to him flooding in her mind. She hated herself to be fair. "I ... I did not mean to do what happened. I don't understand why I've done what I did. I keep going back around to I was becoming jealous." A slow sigh.

A tear threatening to pool out. "I allowed myself to fall hard and fast, maybe I should not have Erebos." A name she thought she'd never speak of again. But here he was, looking down at the waters then up to him. "Life, it's strange.." The woman pawed at a rock, watching it slip into the pool. "I allowed months to pass, due to what I've done. The pain I had caused myself."

She continued on. "I hope that you can find it in yourself to ..." Fic paused. "one day forgive me." Identification looked to him then over her shoulders. "I'm a rogue, you are made for a pack. You deserve much better than what I could have given you 'Bos." She choked as words fell with saddness from her lips. Tears falling now to the ground. She swallowed hard.

"I've hated myself from that day. Thought often enough to just end the pain that I've caused. You did not deserve it." She known she owed him everything. A part of her wanting him even if only friends back into her life. "I however, do not want it to faze you. For you to be scared of others. Jealousy makes you do stupid things. I wanted you to myself. I didn't want to have to share you. So it was easier to push you away by..."

She didn't need to continue as emerald eyes looked up to him. She felt much smaller now, like the scar once more opened up. "I do though want your thoughts on me challanging or creating a pack. I however do not think I am wise enough to do such a task. It's something I owe to someone." That someone was him. That pack she'd fight for would be his. Waiting to see what he'd say next.

"Identification"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

─

he listened to her, as hard it was. giving her a moment to speak her peace before he finally did reply with furrowed brows. "Érebos." he corrected her with an assertive, cutting voice after hearing the pet name she gave him prior. his ears erected forward as his tail whipped to the right; the disdain evident in his dual toned gaze that pressed on her with much weight, never leaving her dreary face. "I do not dwell on you." the man spoke with a baritone voice, his eyes firm and unwavering as the female began to cry. he nearly walked away until she spoke on about her own aspirations. a pack? since when did she care about sovereignty and power? his gaze shot to the left as he discerned her words, dissecting what she really meant. could it be? a woman still in love with him?

if only she hadn't royally fucked it up- for the seat he offered identification had eroded long ago the moment she tried to make him bleed.. why not even a friendship was available to her. he made away with her, as he did with widow. picking up the pieces these lesser women left him. fixing their messes and cleaning the things they decided to destroy and for what? he never understood their motives. not widow's, not fic's. a shame it all was. their emotionality was diseased, defected and inept. a worthlessness that provided Érebos nothing these days. so as even while her tears fell, Érebos felt emotionless. "If you've no belief in yourself, let alone the right to say you are wise-, then do not try for pack. some wolves are meant to be commoners." his fangs clicked slightly, his glare unfriendly. "I forgive you Identification." he said so, in a sense lying but she deserved not to be targeted by the dunamis clan. a mere damsel who didn't understand the weight of their actions- he ultimately pardoned her, hoping she'd improve for herself lest she attack the wrong brute next time. "Are we done here?" he had other things to attend to.



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She allowed one more single tear to fall as Erebos began to speak out. His voice cold and assertive with each tone. Curling her tail towards her hind quarters the woman sat there listening to the piebald brute. He changed, and it was due to her actions. Identification could not be upset with him at all.

"I do not disagree with you. Some wolves are born to be commoners and nothing more. I - however do not think of myself as that no longer. There's something that changed." The cream woman stated, her voice confident. She sensed the change around him then. As he stated out that he had forgave her. But in fact - has he truly? Not it the least.

"Here I am being honest, and asking you for advice in a way. I am thankful you have answered my call. But do not sit here and lie saying that you forgive me?" She hasn't even forgave herself. "Be honest with yourself Erebos, when you can call too me and then maybe we can talk." Eyes narrowed slightly as rising up from sitting. Her paws setting into motion and carrying her off.

-exit Identification unless stopped-

"Speech!"