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Enyo's heavy eyes snapped open at the commanding howl, a signal that Erebos had deemed it necessary to summon her before dawn. Her disdain for such early interruptions was momentarily pushed aside by the need to maintain her facade of authority or at least equality. With her air of practiced indifference, she slipped through the shadowed forest toward the obsidian beach. The promise of confrontation, political or otherwise, always invigorated her. Especially when it involved someone of Erebos's standing. Her tail, though maimed, swayed in a calculated rhythm as she approached, the contrast of her fur vividly standing out against the morning twilight.

As she emerged from the tree line, her piercing eyes locked onto the patriarch with a mixture of contemptuous curiosity and aloof amusement. Erebos sat by the water’s edge. Enyo's gaze briefly swept over the terrain, but her focus was singularly fixed on the patriarch. Her voice, a low rumble with a sharp edge, cut through the stillness of the dawn. “It’s not every day that I’m roused from my slumber so rudely,” she drawled, her tone dripping with a concealed snark. “You must have a pressing matter to drag me out here before the sun has even dared to make its presence known. Pray, what could be so urgent that it necessitates my immediate attention?”

She strode forward with her head held high, her imposing silhouette cutting a stark figure against the encroaching light. Every step was deliberate, every motion calculated to reinforce her aura of indomitable superiority. The beach, with its black sands, seemed to bow in respect to her presence as she approached Érebos. A bulky white figure slicing the darkness.

“Perhaps you would like to watch the sunrise with me brother? This beach is certainly beautiful. I have seen nothing like it.” she continued, thinking of spending a romantic evening here with a woman. There was an interesting amount of hues and colors. The twinkle of the moon danced with the distant shades of pink. A signal of the approaching sun. If she had been well rested she wouldn't have minded so much. To wake her after such a strenuous journey, she could only assume it was just another way to remind her of the order of things. As much as she despised it, Erebros was still in charge of her. However, she couldn't ignore that his calling her and only her was a signal of trust.

"SPEECH"