call me evil, I just know what's best for the world

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it was as if the brute never slept a day in his life-, moving with life and changing like the seasons. always taking care of something and sustaining his family religiously. by next season, Érebos would have been present in Boreas for a year. and his evolvement was both evident and tangible. in a large and spacious room at the far end of the gorge herself, sat the patriarch of the dunamis family. the royals that invaded boreas like a wave, one after the other showing up as they were sent from their home, Cyprus. the family was fortified together, dutiful and formidable. no doubt others would see and ask who they were in due time as they swelled in numbers. practically taking up a good portion of insomnia as is; a part of him thankful for such an understanding wife. sharing her resources with his clan members.

but things were growing outdated. and with such a growing clan, Érebos knew it was time to reinforce status quo amongst other things. slipping up was not tolerated, nor was any kind of disobedience in their time under the reign of Érebos Dunamis. He would see to it that everyone who took their name upheld it the way they were supposed to: structured and refined to perfection.

he calls them forth now with a powerful howl, echoing off the walls of the gorge as he patiently waits for the clan to arrive entirely. his face stoic and eyes heavy with intensity as he looked for them. expectant and watching for only so long.



ooc: Please post if you are a Dunamis clan member and any who are not, please refrain as this is an exclusive clan meeting regarding the family. Please post here before the 29th of October and get your wolves in.



Speech ─ Think

Made for Alo by Skelle !

Enyo moved through the familiar terrain of Whisperer's Gorge, her steps deliberate and silent. The rocky cliffs rose steeply on either side, casting jagged shadows across her path. The wind swept through the gorge, whistling its eerie tune, but she paid it no mind. Even the crimson skies above did not stir anxiety in the woman. Enyo’s thoughts were elsewhere, focused and sharp. Today, like so many times before, she would prove her worth. This time felt different. Her whole life was an uphill battle. Constantly trying to prove to the Elders that she was not just worthy of equality but to be revered as superior to some of the men.

She was better at being a man than most.

But today it seemed it would finally pay off.

Her muscular frame moved with calculated ease, the rugged terrain offering no challenge to her thick limbs and broad shoulders. Her head was held high, her eyes glowed with the determination and pride that defined her. Her daedric armor shimmered faintly under the red glow of the sky.

The Dunamis were superior and she, in all her arrogance and ambition, embodied everything that made them great. Her brother, Erebros, might be the Patriarch, but she knew her value. The strength she brought to their family and the power she wielded.

She had arrived early, driven by anticipation for the meeting that would soon unfold. Erebros was already there, standing tall. He was the only male she truly respected, and she was closer to him than to any of their siblings. She understood him, perhaps better than any of their siblings, recognizing in him the same ambition that flickered within her. Their connection was strong, forged in the fires of their upbringing. A childhood where both had been expected to rise above, to stand as pillars of strength for their family. The bond between them needed no words, no gestures. She knew he trusted her, just as she trusted him.

"Brother," she greeted, her voice low and steady. Enyo would take her place below and face him where the others would soon gather beside her. Her gaze remained steady, expression neutral. She stood at attention, embodying the essence of a warrior ready to heed her leader's call.


"SPEECH"

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The ivory male was never far away from his posts, his muscles rippled under the sea of silk like fur. His large frame pulling up to where that of Erebos and Enyo stood proudly. He had known that everything was changing epsecially with the pack and Medusa falling pregnant. No one was able to hide that. He has been busy learning the layout of all the lands around them.

"Erebos, Enyo" His vocals play out, as he looked around for the others, but no sight of them as of yet. Wondering just how soon the others would arrive. His tail dance around his mass. They both were standing tall with one another, as he came to stand near his sister. Without word, without movement. Like a predator stalking.

"Speech!"

Star had been doing her due diligence, learning the lay of the lands surrounding Insomnia first, then branching out to other areas. While others of the Dunamis family were more suited to brute force, Starchild was more tactical, working behind the scenes to achieve her goals. That was how she liked it. Though she loved her family, the striped fae did her best when left to her own devices. Thankfully, Erebos understood this and gave her the freedom required.

Her cousin's call cut through the stillness of the Gorge just as Star was returning from a journey. She took a moment to wash the dust from her paws, get a drink, and then moved towards the wider space where the meeting would take place. Enyo was already there and Starchild nodded to her before moving up to the front of the group, not in the least bit shy about sitting at the head of the class. Atticus arrived a moment later, moving to sit beside his sister. Star nodded to him as well.

Long legs slid forward and Star lay on her belly, resting on her delicate rib cage. The woman's cyan gaze was all for Erebos. What information would he have for them? Was it finally time to claim what they all knew was theirs?


"Starchild Dunamis"