The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the long grasses of the basin. The summer air hung thick, the scent of baking earth mingling with the heady aroma of the grasses below. Enyo moved like a shadow along the ridge, her daedric armor glinting faintly under the waning moonlight, each step deliberate, every motion silent. Beside her, Erebros mirrored her movements, his cold eyes reflecting the same calculated determination as his sister's.

Enyo's eyes narrowed as she gazed down into the basin, the coyote camp nestled within the grassy hollow. Scattered carcasses and stolen belongings from Insomnia lay among their dens, proof of the arrogance of these lesser creatures. Her lips curled back, revealing her capped teeth in a silent snarl of disdain. Coyotes. Scrawny and pitiful, dared to take what was theirs. They had grown bold, but that ended tonight. She would not tolerate competition for resources, especially not from such lowly scavengers.

With a subtle nod to Erebros, Enyo began her descent. The heavy armor she wore barely slowed her, the armor acted as an extension of her formidable presence. Her thick mane bristled with anticipation, the thrill of the hunt sending a surge of adrenaline through her veins. She moved with precision, eyes locked on the sleeping forms ahead. The coyotes were unaware of the danger closing in on them, unaware that their end approached with the silent fury of a storm.

Once they were at the edge of the basin, Enyo signaled to her brother, a swift jerk of her head, and they spread out, moving to encircle the dens. She could hear the soft whimpers and snores of the coyotes, their forms curled in sleep, vulnerable and unsuspecting. A slow, feral grin spread across her muzzle, her piercing gaze shifting briefly to meet Erebros's. There would be no mercy tonight.

With a deep breath, Enyo let out a low, guttural growl that rumbled through the basin, the sound a herald of death. The coyotes stirred, confusion and fear rippling through their ranks as they awoke to the sight of two massive wolves looming over them, eyes alight with cold fury. Enyo wasted no time, her powerful frame lunging forward. Jaws snapping down on the neck of the nearest coyote. The creature barely had time to yelp before its windpipe was crushed, its body going limp in her grip.

The two wolves would work in brutal harmony. Enyo's daedric armor clinked softly as she moved, her muscular limbs propelling her from one target to the next, her paws crushing ribs, her jaws tearing flesh. The coyotes tried to scatter, but there was nowhere to run. The ridges surrounding the basin trapped them, leaving them at the mercy of the Dunamis siblings.

Enyo showed none. She cut down a coyote attempting to flee, her eyes cold and unfeeling as she turned to the next. Even the pups, those small, squealing creatures, were not spared. They were future threats, potential thieves of her pack's resources, and she would not suffer their existence. Her jaws closed around one of them, and she shook it violently, ending its life in a heartbeat. Before moving on to the next.

Disgusting.

Filthy.

Vermin.





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they walked in unison upon finding the ruined way of scavengers head. he smelt them all, the mutts. dogs who took and ate from insomnia's cache. enyo already seized the moment, creating a silent plan with a predatory prowl that he knew all to well. he silently slid on his horned helmet, those chocolate & glacier blue eyes looking forward as he marched quietly alongside his sister. feeling within his large rounded belly the unmistakable enjoyment of what was to come. as they both silently crept upon the pack of coyotes, Érebos went his own way around them.
he loomed over them like a shadow, his helmet glinting the reflection of the moon while he glanced up to wait for Enyo's signal. and upon it, he dove, his helmet instantly meeting an adult male coyote's back. he would purposefully strike their spinal cord, disabling it as he let it scream in agony. what a feeling he wondered, to transition from a dream to the reality of their ending life. he grinned at the reaction, finding it exhilarating as he left it there to drag it's hind extremities.
he would let it all out tonight- the stress and anger. his horns covered with blood, Érebos continued on until he found the next victim. they scurried into him, being spooked by enyo. he chuckled at the way they slammed into his larger chest, falling down with a loud thud as they looked up with pure fear on their visage. suddenly with a burst of movement, he shot his horns into their stomach- relishing in the sound of their squirming intestines. he kept rooting upwards, carrying their body until they choked with crimson ink; the innards churning as they yelped & flailed. the blood splattered on his chest as he tossed them down, his snout crinkling as he snarled with irritation. "You got me fucking dirty." he growled before charging after the next.


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Enyo's eyes narrowed, her pupils dilating with the rush of adrenaline as she watched Erebros take down his victims. The sounds of agony and the scent of blood fueled her rage. The coyotes scattered, some trying to escape, others attempting to defend themselves, but it was a futile effort. They were nothing compared to the force of the Dunamis.

She moved swiftly, her powerful limbs propelling her forward. The thick grass parted as she descended upon another coyote, its pitiful cries lost in the chaos. It turned to face her, fear etched into its eyes while she whimpered, begging for mercy. Enyo heard the words but paid them no mind, her expression remaining cold and unreadable. It was as if they spoke an entirely foreign tongue. Nothing they said mattered to her. They were thieves, scavengers, and pests that had dared to trespass on her territory, and they would pay the price for their audacity.

With a snarl, she lunged, her jaws clamping down on the coyote's throat. It thrashed beneath her, its cries turning to choked gurgles as she tightened her grip. Enyo felt the fragile bones snap under the immense pressure of her bite, her eyes locked on the creature's terrified gaze until the light within them dimmed. She released the limp body, her eyes already searching for the next target.

A female coyote stumbled backward, her eyes wide with terror as she saw Enyo approaching. She tried to plead, her voice high-pitched and trembling, but Enyo simply sneered, her gaze filled with disdain. This was not a negotiation. These creatures had overstepped their bounds, and now they faced the consequences.

"Pathetic," she muttered, her thick, velvety voice dripping with contempt. Blood splattered all over her face and armor. With a sudden burst of speed, Enyo closed the distance between them. Her massive paw struck out and pinned the coyote to the ground. The creature writhed, trying to free itself, but Enyo's weight was too much. She leaned down, her muzzle close to the coyote's ear, her breath hot against its fur.

With that, she sank her teeth into the coyote's neck, ending its pitiful struggle with a swift jerk of her head. She let the body fall, her gaze already moving on, her heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt. They were beneath her, lesser beings that had dared to challenge her family's right to what was theirs. And for that, they would all die.

Enyo moved with purpose, her eyes sharp, her ears perked to catch every rustle of movement. A pup, barely old enough to understand what was happening, stumbled out of a nearby den, its small body trembling. It looked up at her, its eyes wide and innocent, but Enyo felt no pity. It was simply another threat to her family's resources, another mouth that would grow to steal and scavenge.


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the dogs grew more animated, knowing their fate and desperately trying to escape the enormous siblings. enyo did what she was taught to do, to kill. and Érebos assisted with pleasure. the mark of blood smearing over his paws and chest as he continued forth. one specifically gave him a fight. the thrill in Érebos' eyes gleamed with an eerie hunger to them, his wet nose flaring as he spoke to the coyote. "mmh.. yes. get angry with me." it was all a game for the dunamis siblings, as Érebos stood still, allowing the dog to give it their best shot until Érebos erupted with violent action in a swift blur. his body dodging the dog's sloppy efforts to nip him only to come back around full swing with a successful bite of his own to it's throat. Érebos was lethal-, his jowls squeezed until an audible snap left the dog limp like a puppet. next. No one was stopping this fucking frenzy.


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The massacre continued until the basin fell silent once more, the only sound left was the panting of the two wolves and the subtle noise of rustling bloodstained grass. Enyo stood tall amidst the carnage, her eyes scanning the scene with satisfaction. Her daedric armor was smeared with the price of their victory. The coyotes lay scattered, lifeless, their pathetic camp reduced to ruin.

The dawn was beginning to break, the first rays of light spilling over the ridge, casting a golden glow over the basin. She looked over to Erebros, her eyes meeting his, a fierce pride burning within them.

"They dared to challenge us, brother," she called out, her voice carrying over the stillness of the basin. "And now they are nothing."

It was her duty to ensure the safety of her family. To ensure that resources remained bountiful and plenty. There would be no competing. Only death and war if needed. Enyo would ensure that her family was safe, no matter the cost. And if that meant eradicating every last one of these pitiful creatures, then so be it.

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he nearly felt sad when they all withered away. too soon, he felt, that the battle ended. a mere nuance in the end after he laid eyes on the mess they made-, the bodies, the blood. his eyes held contempt over their pathetic little bodies. "We will eat them. Load the cache with me." nothing would go to waste. swiveling ears then caught the sound of enyo speaking more amongst the calming rustling of the grass. she always did finish it off with a bang, enthusiastic with her task as their warlord, the beast of the dunamis. she was nike incarnated and they knew it. but god forbid you say it aloud, lest you want to be charred alive by the wraith she inherited since birth.

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