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I am the conquerer, get out of my waY


at some point in their travels, Érebos slinked off and headed towards the obsidian beach. he went somewhere private to discuss matters with Enyo specifically, while the others slept. it was just before sunrise- birds silent still as the water slowly washed up to the shore. he paused by the brink, not allowing himself to get wet. many memories he had in these parts; now in the south. with such a long ways to go, the patriarch was impatient. he calls for her, Enyo dunamis. requiring her presence with a commanding howl. one that beckoned her sooner than later. he sat, glancing over the ocean, listening to the waves as they lightly crashed over. soft breezes blew over him as he waited for the arrival of the head matriarch. they had plans to discuss.



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