Enyo settled into the warm embrace of the hot spring, her massive frame sinking slowly into the mineral-rich water. The soothing heat enveloped her aching muscles, offering a rare moment of respite. Steam rose around her and escaped through the privacy of the green trees. Above, the crimson hue of the setting sun reflected off the surface of the water, casting a soft red glow across her piebald coat. The unusual red sky no longer unsettled her, she had grown accustomed to the ominous light that had accompanied the strange tremors and shifting lands.

Her armor lay discarded beside the spring, gleaming faintly in the fading light. Enyo allowed herself a small but deep grumble of relief, relishing the indulgence of this moment. The minerals in the water cleansed through her dense fur, returning it to pristine condition even after long hunts and bloodshed. Her body was something she took immense pride in. She had always been meticulous about her appearance, despite the scars and brutality she often displayed on the battlefield.

Her gaze softened as she stared out across the landscape. The hot springs were nestled within the eastern forest. The half-moon crescents were plentiful. The water was clear, almost shimmering with a silvery-blue tint that mirrored her own piercing eyes. Enyo's mismatched gaze flicked toward her companions, Foberos and the other birds perched in the nearby trees. They remained vigilant, their sharp eyes scanning the horizon, always alert for any signs of danger.

Enyo appreciated their loyalty and unwavering dedication to her. She never had to worry about threats creeping up on her, not with them keeping watch. It allowed her to fully sink into the water, her large, broad shoulders disappearing beneath the surface as she leaned her head back. Her smaller, sharp ears twitched occasionally at the distant rustling of leaves or the birds’ quiet, intermittent calls.

Her mind wandered briefly, a fleeting thought of her brothers passing through, particularly Erebros. His suggestion to take care of her body after her intense fight with Redrum, though she would never openly admit the wisdom of it. She allowed herself this moment of surrender. Of care, because even she knew the importance of maintaining her strength. Her body was her weapon, her greatest asset.

As much as she craved power and respect, she indulged in moments like this, basking in the luxury of the warm water, the cool air on her skin, and the quiet solitude that surrounded her. Despite her relaxed state, her mind would never have the pleasure of being empty. The Dunamis were always thinking, always plotting, and she was no exception. Relaxation, after all, was just another strategy to fortify herself for the challenges ahead.


"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

Though she was an alpha with a plethora of responsibilities and lives in her paws, Scylla always found some time to take care of herself. A little bit of pampering and relaxation kept ones mind crisp and clear. A bath was always good for ones coat as well. And so, the cobalt and cream fae made her way towards the hot springs. The minerals within were good for aching muscles and joints and the warmth was good for loosening oneself up. The Obscuran Sovereign made these trips often. Sometimes she had a lover accompany her, but today she'd come alone.

Scylla had taken her small satchel today. No need for anything larger. There were a few basic healing supplies within as well as some fancy soap that she'd purchased from a traveling seller. None of that girly, flowery crap either. Scylla enjoyed the scents of woodsmoke and salt, tobacco... somewhat manly scents but they seemed to work well with her body chemistry, altering them just enough to make them smell feminine.

Pushing through the foliage around the edge of the sulfurous springs, the small woman's mismatched eyes of blue and grey fell upon the lounging form of a rather large woman. A slight sound of interest hummed from the dainty fae's throat and she continued traipsing forward towards the springs.

"I hope you don't mind a bit of company," sultry, mellifluous tones danced across the distance between the two ladies. Shrugging out of her satchel, Scylla placed it upon a raised rock to keep it from getting damp. She then slid her small, svelte frame into the warm, lapping waters of the spring just beside that of the other woman. A sweet little moan of pleasure was released and Scylla leaned back against the edge of the pool, taking advantage of a natural ledge within the spring to seat herself upon.

"Scylla"

in my story, I'm the hero
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「she arrives when the sky darkens- indigo blanket infinite above her sleek body as she made way towards the smell of sulphur in the high air. humidity, it beckoned her on. leading her slowly to a scenery of pools and wolves. two to be exact as her silvery eyes flickered between them both with subtle intrigue. who were they? and more importantly, was it safe? the other spoke casually of company.. hmm. so it must be then, right? she was one to the chances. "mind if I join too?" her body ached- a nomad these days that wanted some relaxation at the very least. she doesn't wait for permission though as she slowly climbs in, finding herself in the same pool as the two women. what could a night like this entail? friends, she hoped. and maybe even a home. "My name is Daenerys." the girl offered, a softer smile plastered on her maroon maw as her red glow bounced and swiveled over the pool surface and rocky borders of the hot spring. 」


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Daenerys talks/Isis talks ─ "Think"

art by terribilis_alb & weigmannor/made for alo by skelle !

There would be a piercing cry in the air as Foberos alerted her master to a wolf approaching.

Shortly after the first would arrive. Enyo’s sharp gaze flicked toward the cobalt fae as she slid effortlessly into the pool, cutting through the water like a sleek fish. Scylla’s sultry voice drifted through the mist, and Enyo's ears twitched toward the sound. Her lips quirked in a subtle, satisfied smile. That little moan... sweet and soft. It piqued her curiosity. For a fleeting moment, Enyo wondered if that sound was what Scylla would sound like in bed. The thought lingered like a hook, teasing her mind, stirring a playful glimmer in her mismatched eyes.

Was it intentional?

Or was she just a lustful brute?

When Scylla nestled herself comfortably on a ledge within the spring, Enyo leaned back slightly, water lapping gently around her broad shoulders. She tilted her head, studying the delicate stranger with a predatory, leisurely gaze. Every inch. Sizing up new prey. Her demeanor shifted. Akin to the smooth draw of a bowstring. She was relaxed, poised, but deliberate. A touch of warmth seeped into her voice.

Subtle invitation.

"Company is always welcome," Enyo rumbled, her velvety voice thick with easy charm, the barest hint of amusement lurking beneath, "What good is luxury if there’s no one to share it with?"

Before she could draw Scylla further into conversation, another figure slipped through the trees. Enyo’s eyes flicked toward the glowing woman. Daenerys was it? She was a vision in vermilion, her otherworldly glow casting mesmerizing ripples of crimson light across the water. Enyo watched her with interest, noting the subtle confidence in her stride and the way she eased herself into the pool without waiting for permission. Attractive.

Was it the heat of the springs or was Enyo beginning to become excited?

Her lips curled into a slow, approving smile. She liked boldness.

"Seems we have quite the gathering tonight," Enyo said smoothly, her voice low and inviting. "Please, make yourself comfortable. The color of your coat puts these skies to shame."

When Daenerys introduced herself, Enyo’s gaze lingered on her. Taking in the ethereal glow of her claws and horns. She dipped her head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment, though there was a sly edge to her smile.

"I am Enyo," she introduced herself, her tone rich and deliberate. "It’s a pleasure to meet you both."

Enyo shifted slightly in the water, her massive frame rippling beneath the surface like a coiled beast, adjusting her posture with languid grace. The natural predator in her knew how to shift gears. How to make herself disarmingly charming when the situation called for it. How to draw others in like moths to flame. Now, that charm was fully engaged, her manner easy and unthreatening, though her gaze remained intent.

"Tell me," she said, her voice smooth as silk, "Would you prefer conversation, or does silence soothe you better?"

Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she glanced between the two women. The flickering red glow from Daenerys’s markings reflected in her eyes, giving them an even more ethereal shimmer. Enyo’s expression remained calm and inviting. However, her mind buzzed with curiosity. Who were these women? What brought them here, and what, if anything, did they want?

She wondered, briefly, how easily they might come to her bed. Enyo had always found women far more to her liking. There was something about the softness, the curves, the mystery. These two were each captivating in their own way.

Whatever this encounter might bring, whether conversation, companionship, or something more... Enyo was content to let it unfold, her predator’s patience finely tuned. After all, every hunter knew that the best prey was the kind that came willingly into the trap.

"And of you? What is your name?", she asked the blue one.

They were cobalt and crimson. Enyo was the blank canvas.

Oh, how she wished to be painted with all their vivid colors. How wonderful that would be.


"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

There had been no intentions of doing anything illicit or unscrupulous when Nero had headed out from Obscuran lands down to the hot springs just beyond their borders. Scylla had simply gone off to take a bath and the idea sounded quite nice to the massive ancient dire brute. Plus this could be another chance to get more familiar with his conservator. So he set off after her, following familiar paths down to the heated pools at the base of the dormant volcano. There wasn’t a single intention of doing anything other than taking a bath in Nero’s head.

At least, there wasn’t until he arrived at the springs.

Following the scents of Scylla and sulphur, Nero trudged through the woods in that direction. As he drew nearer though, the sound of multiple voices pricked his ears atop his head and Nero paused, paw aloft mid-stride. There were others here? That changed things… Slowing his stride and taking great care with his steps, Nero prowled through the woods, now in full predator mode, moving smoothly and silently like a ghost in the forest. Despite his size, Nero’s hunting experience had taught him how to move undetected when he wanted to. Moving towards the voices, Nero kept his body low, using the cover of dense bushes and undergrowth to hide himself from view. When he reached the edges of the springs, he crawled down on his belly to peek his head through a small gap amidst some bushes, golden eyes peering out to see what he had come across.

There, in a nearby pool, was Scylla. He would’ve recognized her anywhere. But she wasn’t alone. Oh no, she had two other women with her. How interesting… He didn’t recognize either of the other faes, but he took them in like a hunter studying his prey. They were both larger than Scylla, but much smaller than himself. Fur wet, clinging to feminine forms, showing off curves and smooth planes of muscle… Who were these faes? Did Scylla come out here to meet them or was this a chance encounter? Hmm… He’d better stay put and keep an eye on them. For Scylla’s protection, of course. Just in case. Keeping his breathing silent and eyes fixated on the trio of women, Nero settled in on his belly to keep watch from his shadowed hiding spot, the large cluster of foliage hiding his bulk. For Scylla’s safety. And nothing else.

"Scylla & Nero"

The large fae didn't object to Scylla joining her and the pair settled into a bit of silence as they acclimated both to the temperature of the water and to one another's presence. As though the gods had chosen their course, a third woman came to join in. She was a pretty thing, all crimson and horns. Soon, the trio was settled within the water of the spring, soaking up the beneficial nutrients and simply enjoying their time together.

As the pair spoke to one another, Scylla reached for her pack. She hadn't been planning for a party, but she was always prepared for one. Extracting a small stone crock from her satchel, the smallest of the trio flashed her grey and blue gaze at the others. "Do you mind a bit of fun?" Removing the lid, she stretched out one slender leg, her dexterous digits holding the stonework steady as she offered it to the pair to smell.

The brew within the crock was thick and pale. It smelled lightly of rain and sea salt with the barest hint of sandalwood at the back end. Without waiting for an answer, Scylla dipped her paws below the surface of the heated water. She swished the container about, allowing the warmth of the water to emulsify the substance so that it could be evenly distributed into the spring. Swishing her paws beneath the water prompted bubbles to form and rise to the top. Nice, fragrant, soapy little bubbles. They'd be getting clean today in their very own bubble bath.

Scylla had been listening all the while and had caught both names given. Her own name was requested and, now that her task was finished, Scylla placed the crock out into dry ground before settling back against the edge of the spring. "Enyo, Danaerys, good to meet you," she spoke sweetly. "I am Scylla Klein, Sovereign of Obscura." Again she reached into her pack, this time pulling out a small skein of a surprise substance that swished about secretly within. "So, are we here for a good time or shall we behave?" Pulling the cork with her teeth, the striped fae tilted her head back and took a nice swig of the tasty brew within. All the while her gaze remained locked on a pair of golden eyes peering out of the foliage.

"Scylla Klein"

in my story, I'm the hero
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「the water contained on it's own, substances that held effect on the body after some time doused in it. magnesium for one, began to work its magic as half an hour passed rather easily. she couldn't help but feel her muscles unravel with relaxation, becoming lose as her head reclined back in a sensual embrace of what she felt now. as if she could expand and swell into bliss. the warm water bubbling up to her breast, carrying her weight with ease as she seemingly floated atop the water. her red fur dancing below the surface as the female closed her lashed eyes, sighing her pleasure as she savored the moment whilst listening to the others speak. "mmhh.." she hummed, and giggled- amused with the sudden rise of bubbles floating up from what ever scylla put in it. "I'm always up for a bit of fun.." It was then a brew was handed down to her, passed from the blue & cream woman. She took her chances, grabbing it and taking a swig before handing it down to Enyo. She was pleased to have found such a cool party of women to tag along with- friends she'd like like to make. "it's like this water loves me.." she added, coming to look back down at Scylla and enyo. her metallic orbs flickering between both as she took in their features. enyo resembled a male- quite literally powerful and masculine. while the other was as feminine as she- smaller though which added appeal. "Enyo, Scylla." she noted the queen status of the other, intrigued. "Mmmhh. Surely you needed this then! A good time it is." she jested, laughing effeminately- a beautiful smile on the red fae as she jested. enjoying herself far too much to notice the hulking male in the near distance behind the thickets. 」


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Daenerys talks/Isis talks ─ "Think"

art by terribilis_alb & weigmannor/made for alo by skelle !

Enyo’s ears twitched in interest at the soft, suggestive hums and moans of pleasure coming from her two new companions. Scylla’s playful smile and Daenerys’s sensual laughter only fueled the fire that smoldered in Enyo’s chest, a raw, primal desire simmering beneath her relaxed exterior. Her eyes sharp and hungry, lingered on them both. Taking in every curve and delicate detail. Her lips curled into a sly smile, and she couldn’t resist leaning in slightly, allowing her thick, velvety voice to slip into a more pronounced Greek accent. Intentionally seductive

"Scylla Klein," Enyo mused, a low chuckle rumbling from deep in her throat. "What a name. I can’t help but think of the legendary monster from old stories, the one that ensnared sailors and swallowed them whole." Her voice dripped with charm, her gaze locking with Scylla’s, a challenge glinting in those blue depths. "You do have that same dangerous allure. Makes me wonder what it’d feel like to be caught in your clutches." Her tone carried a flirtatious undercurrent, her voice like warm honey as she made the subtle comment.

If she tried, could she even fit all of Enyo? So tiny she was.

It was obvious what she was wanting. Enyo knew she could handle them both and more. In Cyprus, she was often the star of far larger debaucheries. Tireless. Her body was not just for the battles on the fields but for the ones in the bedroom. Endurance and strength, these things were great for a night full of fun. She was a tireless and ever-enduring lover. There was no need for her own physical satisfaction so long as she performed well.

Enyo’s attention then shifted to Daenerys, her focus drawn to the woman’s effeminate, graceful form and the way her crimson fur seemed to shimmer in the bubbling water. The red light of the setting sun danced across her supple frame, making her glow like a goddess risen from the depths.

"Ah, Daenerys," Enyo purred, her voice thick and teasing. "You sound far too relaxed over there. It’s almost sinful." Her grin widened, her gaze growing more intense as she traced the shape of Daenerys’s glowing horns and slender, maroon mask. Oh, the glowing vermilion fae was a vision of raw sensuality. The way the red fae moved, the way she seemed to melt into the embrace of the water. She watched the other woman float, the water cradling her like a lover, and her moans of relaxation sent a shiver down Enyo’s spine. Then the movement of her throat as she drank the brew that Scylla brought. It was irresistible. Exotic.

Enyo’s gaze lingered on Daenerys, drinking in the sight of her blissful, glowing form. She found herself imagining how Daenerys might sound under different circumstances, her playful laughter replaced by gasps of pleasure. Enyo’s smile grew more wicked, and she allowed her mind to wander. She wanted to devour them both, to taste every inch of their captivating forms. The thought was delicious and her desire simmered just below the surface.

The cup would be passed onto Enyo and she would drink it without doubt. By fun did she mean drugs? Enyo was no stranger to such things. She loved to party. To celebrate. To commune. Her existence was one of hedonism. Of drinking, drugs, brawls, violence, and parties.

The tension was thick, the air electric with flirtation and promise. Suddenly a piercing cry shattered the atmosphere. Foberos sliced through the air above, her shrill warning drawing Enyo’s eyes toward the thicket. Her entire demeanor changed in an instant. From the teasing huntress to a creature of raw power. Her body tensed and she rose from the water in one smooth motion, droplets cascading from her fur as she emerged. Muscles rippled beneath her dense coat, flexing and shifting in the crimson light as she stood tall and imposing, her massive frame casting a long shadow over the pool.

"Show yourself," she commanded, her voice a fierce growl that carried a clear warning. Her eyes burned with irritation, an icy fire that promised swift judgment. How dare someone lurk and watch them from the shadows? By her logic, if they hadn’t joined in openly and were skulking in the bushes, they were surely up to no good.

Enyo’s powerful stance and intense gaze were unwavering, her body radiating strength and dominance. Her predator’s instinct flared, every sense heightened, ready to confront whoever or whatever dared disturb this moment.

"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

In silence and shadow, Nero watched the three faes as they got into the hot spring and began to talk and flirt with one another. Scylla dipped a bottle of something into the water, then a moment later bubbles began to rise from the water as the clean scent of rain and sea salt rose above the smell of sulphur. Nero cocked an eyebrow. Scylla liked dismembering and stuffing dead animals and taking bubble baths, apparently. What a strange woman... The other two—introducing themselves as Enyo and Daenerys—began to banter back and forth with his Sovereign. Scylla opened a skein and took a long swig, offering it to the others, but not before her mismatched gaze landed on the bushes he was hiding behind. Shit, could she see him? Did she know he was here watching them? No, surely not. He had impeccable camouflage. He was a master of stealth hidden by foliage and shadow. No one would be able to see him if he remained perfectly still...

Scylla offered the other ladies some fun and Daenerys and Enyo responded with sapphic interest, Enyo seeming particularly... predatory with her intentions. Nero's gaze was locked on her. Of the three, she seemed the most direct, the most dominant. If things turned bloody, she would be the greatest threat. She intrigued him in such regard. The three faes consumed whatever was in Scylla's skein, making thinly veiled innuendos to one another and the ancient dire brute began to wonder if he was about to bear witness to an impromptu threesome in the springs. The coil in his belly tightened at the mere thought. Was this what Scylla had come here for tonight? An easy lay with strangers? Nero's golden eyes turned back to Scylla again, as if meeting her gaze through the bushes, imagining how often she found herself tangled up with strangers in these springs. A heat bloomed in his belly, a tension growing between his legs, his paws flexing and claws raking at the dirt.

A sudden cry from overhead almost made the brute jump, he was so lost in his own imagination. Eyes darting up, Nero spotted the falcon circling overhead. His pallid lips pulled back from sharp fangs in a silent snarl. Fucking bird... There was a loud splash, and then Enyo was up out of the water, tense and ready to fight as she called out demanding he reveal himself. Nero briefly considered remaining where he was just to be stubborn, but what point was there with that damned bird like a drone overhead? Rolling with eyes with an exasperated sigh, Nero rose. If she wanted to see him, then her wish would be granted.

The brush was all but crushed under the gigantic paws of the ancient dire brute, the massive wolf pushing through the foliage like it wasn't even there. Wood snapped and splintered under his paws as Nero stepped out toward the hot spring, an impassive, almost indifferent expression on his face as he studied the three faes in the steaming pool of bubbly water. Aurelian eyes darted from one wolf to the next, lingering on Enyo and Daenerys as he considered the strangers with his Sovereign. Calculated his option and his maneuvers if things turned violent. Out in the open, standing at his full height, Nero towered over all three of them. Even Enyo, the largest of the bunch, was minuscule compared to him. Powerful muscles rippled underneath the plush arctic white fur with each step, only stopping once he was a single bound away from the pool, standing there in the crimson moonlight, his coat almost glowing a faint sanguine red in the bizarre moonlight.

Nero said nothing for a long moment, just looking between the three faes before his gaze ultimately landed on Enyo and stayed there. "Not what you were expecting to come out of that bush, were you?" Of all the things she'd probably thought, Nero doubted fuck-huge ancient dire wolf was on her bingo card. His gaze then swept over to Scylla as he addressed her. "I thought you might want some company. I see you've already found some." He motioned to Enyo and Daenerys, curious to see how each of the other ladies reacted to his presence—Enyo in particular. If she responded with violence... well, Nero could already count four ways he could dispatch of her.

"Scylla & Nero"

Enyo attempted to butter Scylla up, mentioning the creature for her name pertained to. The follow up innuendo brought a husky chuckle from the small, blue fae. "Play your cards right, darling, and you could very well find out."

With their hidden company lingering in the bushes, a show seemed as though it was in order. Had he really not seen her little bushdog companion snuffling about nearby? The lad was very attentive and knew that he was on lookout. The most subtle of brrfs had brought Scylla's gaze swinging right up to meet the golden eyes of her packmate. The woman made no move to out him. Let his eyes eat up the feast before him. Let him know what he was getting himself into.

An avian cry from above changed those plans. It seemed that Enyo's birds were too vigilant to let the pair of Obscuran's have their fun. With a sigh, Scylla leaned back against the edge of the pool and watched the scene unfold. Danaerys had already taken a swig of the hallucinogenic drink, as had Enyo. It was a fairly fast working concoction of various mushrooms, cannabis and more. And it tasted damn good too. That had been the hard part; covering up the herby, earthy taste. Scylla never gave up on anything, however, and the brew within was left tasting crisp and sweet.

The banter of the trio was quickly cut off as Enyo pulled herself from the pool, water sluicing off of her muscled frame. Scylla cast her mismatched gaze towards Danaerys and gave the ruby fae a little shrug. "So much for that," she spoke with a sigh, then watched as Enyo barked demands and Nero answered, his gigantic frame pushing from the greenery and out into the clearing of stone and water. Casually, Scylla spared glances at the expressions of both Enyo and Danaerys as Nero came into view. She was terribly proud of the monster that he was, so big... so strong... so...everything.

Nero towered over Enyo, making the mannish fae look small in comparison. That meant that he made Scylla look downright minuscule. Dainty. Like a little fairy. She liked it it. The man's gaze shifted to her after he addressed Enyo and his words brought a soft, bell-like chuckle from the cobalt woman. "I do love company, darling. Fancy a bubble bath with a trio of ladies? We may have to move to a larger spring unless these two don't mind some... close contact." Her tones were dripping with honey, her intentions lascivious. The Sovereign made no effort to hide what she wanted, nor would she ever. She was purely and unabashedly Scylla and forever would be.

"Scylla"