powerhouse

he turned at the sound of Enyo approaching. he rises to stand as he received her with a harsher glare, one that bore a primal hunger deep inside the blackened pits of pupils. she evidently came with an asserted aura that far expanded his own, and it irked him. he displays this with a slight pucker of his snout, inky lips slightly parting to flash his pink gums and ivory fangs at the matriarch so as to better align her. he responded with his animalistic nature and force.
with some months apart-, she may of needed a directive & he had no problem enforcing it. his ears swivel, catching her snide comments and offense as he eyed her with an unwavering gaze that pierced through her irrelevancy. in quick, automated result, his scut rose high like a wavering banner in the wind as he silently reminded her of his superiority- a warning. his attention swallowing her whole as he examined her body language and studied her presented mindset that seemingly leaked of her internal state & ideas. a weakness he hoped she'd fixed on her own. "You will always be faced with urgent matters. You are the Matriarch." his demonic voice vibrated out-, a baritone depth that cut through the air between them. his left ear flickers as he fanned off the lingering annoyance & distaste. "I've called you here to discuss my goals, with your counsel." he stated, ears erect as his gaze continued to choke her. "Much has happened that I'll cover in due time. But for the time being, we will be joining insomnia. You are all free to leave by next season- but for now, I require you all with me as I sort our next steps together." he released a sighed, his face cold and emotionless. "We may have some enemies. But I will discuss this another time. otherwise, keep everyone in order, Enyo." don't let the men fuck up, his eyes seemingly said.
admittedly, enyo was useful. her resentment for being a female was one he understood at a minor level. but she had advantages whether she saw it or not. he aimed to extract them from her, to use and plunder the clarity of her mind that was seemingly unclouded by the facades of testosterone. why, even he had issues with it still. "The sunrise? I hate this beach." he sneered through the cavernous rails of his teeth while he turned to glance at the sun, nearly scrunching up his snout at the memory it held. he met fic here and it all seemed to flood him once and while but just as quickly, he settled his flare of resentment. turning to face her once again, Érebos added "And what of you? Any questions?"


"Talking" - "Thinking"