powerhouse

she seemed to get off on pressing his buttons. she hadn't changed one bit. and despite it all, he admired her for it. she addressed him indirectly, offering him some essence of comfort. and it admittedly warmed his colder heart-, making his muscles relax a bit. she was right after all.. he wasn't alone. here, he would not be maimed or enslaved. even if he wasn't the patriarch, he had no doubt Enyo would never aim to disgrace or harm him. his hackles lowered and his jowls unclenched. a breather. "Thank you.." he sighed, breathing out as he felt more poised around her. no need for the wall or harsher exteriors. not around family. "Thank you Enyo for reminding me." he said, listening to her speak more. 'I do not require reminders to remain vigilant'- "I'll take you up on that," he warned with a low growl that vibrated out his chest. a slow smile crept on his inky lips to reveal the ivory fangs beneath. she was easy to be around. "I'll keep you on your toes, sister." he jested, chuckling as he took no real effort to explain himself. he discerned his internal dialogue and chose what to say, and what not to say. for now, fic wasn't worth the dread. neither was his scornful ex wife.
her attention shifted to the more serious matters at hand again-, to which he gladly followed suit, nodding once to Enyo in assurance. "Of course." his baritone voice rang out in response, his ears swiveling.
out of all his siblings, Érebos held a deeper respect for Enyo. secretly, she may of even been his favorite. had she been a male, she would've dominated them all. perhaps even him. she and him were so alike in the political ways of life- level headed and stern. cut from the same cloth their father use to say. his littermate, his sister. his extension.



"Talking" - "Thinking"