Its our fucking birthday, of course we're drunk
Dunamis Birthday Bash
just in time, everything was finished. a large bonfire encircled with stones he grabbed from the gorge-, the scene clean end prepped with thick stone plates that held plenty of party favors. rum, whiskey and even beer sat in large tin jugs. empty cups waiting to be filled. cannabis and chamomile sat on the bar too; in a pile with some other questionable herbs. it was to be a fun night!
Érebos instructed many with invitations a few days prior, giving them the time & place. it was about eight in the evening by now.. & thank goodness he preplanned this all. he was busy and quiet these few days, making it just in time for the birthdays. a special treat from him and effort to show some more lightheartedness around the family. their aunts always did things like this for them. maybe this would help everyone settle in more.. especially zephyros. he worried sometimes about the young lad.
bast, his hawk, went to send a cry over insomnia- signaling the party's opening. roasted lamb turned over on sticks near the bonfire, slowly cooking it. along with many other meats. he pulled it off exceptionally well. now.. hopefully the siblings liked it. he thus sat near the bonfire, ears swiveling as he heard the cackling of burning cedar wood. aromatic and warm, it was good to be alive.
Kronos
Charm
Intermediate Intellectual (50)
Advanced Navigator (90)
2 Years
Male
178
Dragon Mod
The siblings had all finally reached their third and second birthdays. He was aware of Erebos planning a celebration, but he wasn't aware to what extent until he arrived to find quite a grand set up. Pale blue gaze found the set up of booze, the lamb over the spitfire, the bonfire in the center of it all. He couldn't help the grin that split his maw as he approached his older brother. "You've done a remarkable job with this, Erebos. I couldn't have pulled it off better myself." He chuckled as he sat down with him to wait for others to arrive. They'd be partying all through the night, he was sure. And considering Insomnia was...well...Insomnia, no doubt they'd be coming around and doing all sorts of partying, so to speak.
Enyo arrived at the Dancefloor of the Gods, her massive silhouette against the dusk sky. Foberos cried in greetings towards the others, mainly Bast. The air was crisp with the scent of roasted meat and burning cedar, a warmth that made her feel even more alive. She took in the sight of the celebration Erebros had prepared, an impressive setup in its attention to detail. A smirk tugged at her lips at the promise of celebration her eyes roamed over the offerings of alcohol and herbs. At least he knew how to throw a proper celebration! Tonight would be a good one, surely. Not just for the food or drink, but for the chance to indulge in pleasures that came rarely in their strict, power-driven world. Tonight was a celebration not just of their birthdays, but of their status, their dominance, and superiority.
Her gaze immediately fell on the setup. Erebos had outdone himself. The fire illuminated the surrounding stones, casting flickering shadows across the floor where various vices awaited. To her delight, rum, whiskey, beer… and herbs promised a night of indulgence. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she imagined the night ahead full of laughter, drinks, and, if luck favored her some company to end the evening with.
Carrying the sloshing jugs of wine and moonshine in her jaws, Enyo approached the pile and added her contribution. As a result, her maimed tail gave a short, satisfied wag. She’d traded a fresh deer for these potent brews at the marketplace, a deal that left her satisfied and ready to share them with her kin. Erebos and Kronos were already seated by the fire, deep in conversation. Enyo’s eyes were sharp, scanning the perimeter for familiar faces and (more importantly) attractive ones. Hopefully, there’d be plenty of women to choose from tonight.
She padded over to the bonfire, her steps heavy. All the siblings' monochrome fur gleamed in the firelight. "Brothers! I say it's time we show these wolves how to party like a Greek!" her velvet voice exclaimed with much enthusiasm. Her gaze shifted from the roaring flames to the drinks laid out, and a glint of excitement flickered in her eyes. “I see you’ve spared no expense. Let’s hope the women are as enticing as the liquor.”
"I also brought a little extra fun," she announced with a wicked grin, as she met her brothers’ gazes. "Wine and moonshine. Traded a deer for it. Quite a good deal. Moonshine will get you there quick if that's the route you wish to take tonight." She announced to the others near, "Although, wine seems to... awaken the emotions and sensual side for better or worse. Fun in a different way. I do not suggest it mixing the two if you want to have a night you remember."
Her posture was relaxed but exuded confidence, her eyes flickering to Kronos, then Erebos. "I’ll have to make sure I find the right way to celebrate," she added, her smirk widening as she glanced toward the horizon, already thinking ahead. Her hopes were high for the indulgence she craved. The night promised luxury and pleasure, and she was more than ready to partake in all of it. Vice and violence. Seduce and destroy. These were the things Enyo loved. The things she lived for. Her motto. Her prerogative.
Making love and spilling blood... such similar things. How good she was at both. Fighting was a passionate dance and often, in bed, she felt like she was in battle. Who could win first? Who would make the other finish? Oh, she was excited indeed.
As she seated herself near the bonfire, the warmth of the flames licking at her dense fur, she allowed herself to relax, her eyes still scanning the plains for the arrival of others. Enyo felt the familiar excitement bubbling in her chest, not just for the drink or the fire...but for the thrill of whatever or whoever the night might bring.
"SPEECH"
ENYO IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES! SHE OFTEN DEALS WITH SEXUAL THEMES, VIOLENCE, GORE, AND ABUSE.
Enyo's companions Foberos, a large peregrine falcon, & Atromitos, a large snowy owl, are to be assumed as with her at all times unless otherwise stated
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Medusa
Wraith
Master Fighter (699)
Master Hunter (325)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
7 Years
Female
206
Dragon Mod
he shook his pelt, briskly trotting towards the commotion of wolves he heard. still, zeph hadn't moved in entirely so to say. he usually slept back in emerald valley & sometimes sweet grass basin. he didn't trust medusa, didn't trust the new friends they all made. it was too fast, too soon for the scapegoated dunamis. Érebos partied with these wolves as if they had been family. and a part of him wondered if Érebos was trying to recreate it all like some sick joke. the way Érebos heaved a baritone chuckle like their father, sharing drinks with women and enyo getting drunk like nike did when she raged; often times waking them up for 'tests' he was sure she got off on.
while he ventured with a face of stoicism into the crowd, his red eyes skimmed over the faces he knew and didn't know. his body hunched over as he kept a low profile; his hulking body uncomfortable and moving quickly to the back of the gathering. away from the blazing bonfire as he sat then, his shoulders never relaxing back. he celebrated for them while he much preferred to be alone for his birthdays. his aura was tight, unwelcoming and apprehensive. his eyes looking over them all as he waited, mentally checking out until someone made him talk. hearing the casual talking, the gifts even.. why wasn't he happy? not a yearling any more but it wasn't like he had a youthful childhood to remember.
glancing over at Érebos, they made eye contact and it instantly hitched him upwards as he expected the patriarch to pay him a visit. "Érebos." he bowed to his patriarch, unamused with the party that ultimately felt like another one of Érebos' chores to dish out. standing with muscles twitching, he played his part like the rest of these fucking goons. a smile creeping over his maw as he used all he could to muster one. enjoying, see? he hoped it was enough to keep out another one of Érebos' lectures and check ins. he grew bored of assuring them all. as if they could fix the hell he was in.