I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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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.



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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.

"Speech"

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.

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She was running just a tad late to the birthday party that Erebos was planning for his kin. But she was running late for good reason. The Bone Queen decided that he deserved a gift, and one specially made with her own two paws. After all, it wasn't long ago that he came to her to admit his affection and admiration for her. And in turn, she had returned the same. She was still excited and giddy by that fact. And what better way to show that she cared than to give him a give that she had specially crafted? She was adding the finishing touches, securing the leather cord through it and making sure everything remained properly in place. A raven skull necklace with two small amethyst stones set carefully in the eye sockets, and the ravens own feathers tied into the leather cordage. Everything she had procured herself, of course. She always had an abundance of bones, and the gems she had mined herself from the Gorge and various other nearby caverns. The gems often sat pretty in the confines of her own den, but she thought it suitable to use as a gift for someone she genuinely cared about. Satisfied with her work, she wrapped it up in a rabbit pelt and made her way to where the others were supposed to gather. When she arrived, so far, there was just the three siblings. It was still early, however, and she didn't doubt others would arrive in due time. She walked toward the bonfire, head held high and proud as she gently held the gift in her jaws, nodding her greetings to both Kronos and Enyo before sidling up to Erebos with a grin. "M'dusa got'cha present!" She exclaimed through the bundle between her teeth. She set it down then, licking her jaws in anticipation as she grinned at him. "Speech"

Mother said something was in the works. One of the newer members that had been here before was setting up a party, and there was no way he was going to miss it! He waited impatiently the whole day for it to be ready, and once that call came, he wasted no time in heading to it! Cackling with glee, he spotted the bonfire growing steadily bigger as he arrived, and so far, there was just a handful of others. His mother, and three of the black and white painted members that he had yet to officially meet. While he was young still, he was old enough to partake. And it certainly looked like there was plenty to partake in! He saw the food laid out. The booze. Some enticing looking herbs that smelled like something he had never smelled before. Curious, he approached the display of drink and food and hurriedly swiped a cup, half expecting to be reprimanded before he could get what he wanted. But of course, he dared someone other than his mother to stop him! Peering into the jugs, he chose one that smelled pretty strong and sloppily poured the rum into his cup before turning around and taking a big swig. Of course, he wasn't expecting the strong taste and so his face puckered and he almost gagged as it went down his throat. What was this stuff and why did it taste so gross!? He peered into his cup, squinting at its contents. Was this really what adults drank!? "Ripper||"Menace"

Atticus was a year older, a year stronger. However the masculine had never cared for birthdays - but now the brute was of age. Sure, he'd sneak drinks here and there but nothing like what tonight would be. For once, possibly Atticus could allow himself to relax and kind of let loose. He was still curious of Medusa, not having the time to chit chat with her right yet, he was learning the lands they had now called home.

He heard that of Erebos's hawk sing over head, as the male climbed out from his spot and gave a stretch, allowing a few loud pops of muscles and bones snapping into place. The scent of cedar caught his attention, as he noticed Kronos, Enyo, Medusa and another one make their way to the party. He smelt the familiar scent of cannabis that his brother more than likely dried out. The fire blazed as Atticus moved closer to his siblings.

The lamb didn't go unnoticed either. Nor did the fruit that lined the tables either. "A very well exicuted job to you Erebos and darling sister Enyo." A smirk pulling his lip up for a moment, as Enyo placed containers filled with all sorts of drinks. A chuckle. He watched the other who looked slightly like Medusa carefully though.

"Speech"

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The call for the party to begin sounded in the air. Naturally, Rue wasn't usually one to partake in social situations unless she absolutely had to. But as she sat there within the confines of her den, she considered going. After all, what good would it keep doing for her to keep being so reclusive? They had new members. She was the packs healer and one of the Betas. There were certain expectations of her, so she sighed and decided she should participate. However begrudgingly. Besides. She and her littermates had just turned three as well, and perhaps the party would do well to try and distract her from her heat season. She had, of course, used scented oil to try and mask the scent as much as she could, but that wasn't a foolproof way to cover up what was natural. She slunk her way toward the party, hearing the voices of those in attendance rising and falling, the sound of merriment, the light of the bonfire. It appeared that even her mandrill companion had literally beaten her to the punch and had decided to take up a drinking game with Grim. She narrowed her eyes, knowing that the stupid boy would have to be tended to in the morning for a hangover...but maybe she'd just let him suffer with it. Learn his lesson and all that. Taking a deep breath, she approached the gathering and paused just short of it. Her mother was sitting and chatting with the male that had come back after a short life lived with her Aunt Widow in Hellborn. And in place of those that had left, he had brought a handful of others with him. She had to admit, they were all fine looking specimens. Shaking her head, she wasn't sure where to start or where to go. She wasn't used to being social, but maybe starting with the female Dunamis whose name she didn't yet know would be easier than trying to make conversation with one of the males. Especially considering her heat. With her decision made, she quietly approached Enyo and sat down just shy of her space, crimson gaze fixed on the fire as she spoke. "Welcome to the pack. Enjoying the party?" "Speak"

There was a PARTY! And no way in hell was he going to miss it! Once he spotted Ripper heading to it, he wasted no time in following eagerly behind to see what all the fuss was about! And boy did these guys not disappoint! Food, drink, a fire and all sorts of things to do! The Mortem boy moved from one thing to the next, checking things out until he reached the table where the drinks were. As well as Rue's companion. "Hey baboon butt! Wanna make a bet? Whoever drinks the most the fastest, cleans out the next room in the Gorge!" "Bwahahaha! You're on little man!" With a grin, Grim got his drink ready and then they were off! He chugged as best he could, but Rue's more handsy companion was faster. Would he regret this in the morning? Fuck if he knew! He had never gotten drunk before!

"Speech"

he only showed face because Érebos would threaten him otherwise. he dreaded parties, birthdays, crowds.. that sort of thing. it gave him anxiety. big crowds never meant a good thing. rather, he remembered the way his elders ganged up and circled him, to toughen him they use to say with their slurred insults- the smell of whiskey strong on their tongues.
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.


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I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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kronos: alas! it had begun! the party was lively and all but one dunamis showed thus far. he gave it time before he held resentments. Kronos arrived firstly, always on time. Kronos was responsible, true and concise; he was proud to have him as his right hand man. Érebos remained seated, listening to his younger sibling before saying, "Happy birthday. No longer a yearling!" he mused, heaving a heavy chuckle as he felt at home in this moment. they sat side by side before the bonfire with sweet smells in the air. and before he knew it, the loud voice of enyo penetrated the scene. she was as bright and energetic as the cognac flames that wavered.

enyo & Atticus: enyo always was the life of the party! he laughed, hearing her remark about the greek. he stood then, meeting her as she placed heavy jugs of wine and moonshine down on the stone board. it burned his nose as he sniffed, checking its authenticity before stammering with a cough from the potency of it. "good price indeed." he would then pour a shot for himself, turning back to notion Kronos forward to enyo some. his ears catching others bargain deals of who could drink the fastest in the background then- tsk, tsk, tsk. this was going to be fun to watch and in sense, Érebos felt content with the insomniac wolves. as if they had all been a part of the family. it was then Érebos grabbed his drink and quickly downed it- taking the moonshine before anything else to set off the edge he normally felt. he sighed, clearing his throat and wincing a bit as the hotter alcohol stirred down into his belly. he then caught the voice of attitcus congratulating them to which he chimed in, "Thank you brother! Happy birthday! Come enjoy some drinks, let us show them how greeks drink as enyo said!" he laughed some more.

medusa: unexpectedly, medusa showed and with a gift! it made him smile, his handsome face admiring her as he watched her pull a cloth with a necklace inside. "Ah, Medusa you didn't have to." his baritone voice echoed out, eyes bright as he grinned at her before looking at the charms of the necklace. she was remarkable with crafting and his eyes went over the gleaming crystals with awe. "Thank you, I adore it," he warmly said. he grabbed it then, gently wrapping it up as he carried it over with care to lay it on the stony bar where gifts & drinks laid. on his way back, he made her a shot of moonshine and offered it to her. "only the best of the best. count on enyo to find the potent stuff." he waved up the glass to give if she decided to take it. "Have some fun with me, medusa."

in the back of his eye, he caught the hulking body of zephyros. he'd pay him a visit after.



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ZEPHYROS: Her eyes drifted over, she felt his intensity before she saw him. Her body sensed tension but for now, she didn't care. She was here to have fun and if Zephyros took it upon himself to watch over the family... she would be ever grateful. The watchful soldier. Another brother would arrive, snatching her attention.


ATTICUS: A big smile spread across her face at the sight of her brother. "Come!! Take a shot!!" She would pour them both a shot and without waiting to see if he accepted she knocked hers back. Growling with delight. Moments like this reminded her of her love for her family. Her eyes would look around and she wandered away. Snatching one of the bottles in her maw.


ROUGAROU: There was a sweet smell sneaking above the breeze and the crackle of the bonfire. A smell she would recognize well, being a woman. She knew her time was coming soon so she would give a look of understanding to the woman who approached. Was this another one of Medusa's? The similarity was... uncanny. Strong genes that woman has.

"So many children! Good to know your mother is fertile! Let us drink to that! To more Dunamis!", she would pop open the bottle of Moonshine and take a long gulp. The liquid burned down her throat and warmed her belly. She would smile at the stranger in front of her, "Would you like a taste? Warning, it's strong.. but someone of my size needs something strong. Or else I would be here all night just trying to feel something." She offered a handsome smile, her perfectly white fangs reflecting the firelight.

"Thank you for the welcome. I am Enyo Dunamis, may I ask your name?" She looked at the woman before her. Watching her. Noticing how dwarfed she was next to her grand posture and her small frame.





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Atticus watched as others began to gather. As ears swiveled upon his skull. Atticus wore a mask that he was alright with it all, but deep down he didn't care for it at all. Although Medusa had welcomed the Dunamis clan with opened arms. He was still cautious of the Bone Queen, he was pleased they were no longer yearlings. But the party was nice, but it however was too much. The sounds of others gathered, those whom were invited to the birthday of the Dunamis siblings. Faces that Atticus didn't know, but would would time. He took his shot with Enyo and then took a glass of a fine wine.

He turned to Zephyros, whom had arrived but rather than joining the group he stayed away from them all in a way. Paws carried the male towards his brother and decided to sit with Zephyros. "Happy birthday brother." He known something was bothering him. "Care to release what is on your mind to a familiar ear?" Allowing a moment to let the other know that Atticus was here to talk if need be.

"Speech!"

The invite for the pack came from Bast, whom was sent by Erebos over the territories that Medusa had ruled over. It was later that Identification had arrived but followed the scent of a large bonfire. Ears swiveled upon the womans cranium as placing some more wine she had made upon the stone bar, with a few other little gifts she had made. A couple furs for the Dunamis clan's den. Although small the rabbit furs for each member of the clan was wrapped up in bundles to were each family member could take a bundle. Sure it wasn't much, but they warm and soft to the touch, they weren't much but it was the best for the members she did not know. There was a larger fur folded she held on to for Erebos. The lion fur. The lion they had taken down months ago, it was tied with some vines of ivy. Her voice drifted over the gathering. "Happy Birthday to all of the Dunamis family."

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