powerhouse

in a sense, they both tolerated one another. not coming after each other's throat like they might've wanted to. their common goals bonded them together, him and his sister. she was the closest to the throne he held despite the sex between her legs. it made her no less in his eyes and he despised anyone who acted like it did. the pressure nike placed on her was unethical and shameful- but it made Enyo who she was today. having known her longer than the rest of his siblings; for this, he would handle her better than he would've other characters in the dunamis clan. she deserved it because she earned it. Enyo was a volcanic force that admittedly burned his own paws from time to time. & only she knew about the skeletons in his closet.. and what ticked him off. he inevitably trusted her more than the others & perhaps it was time he showed that. "You don't intrude." he said, his body shifting weight. "You are always welcomed. No matter how much you overstay that invitation. You are righteous in my eyes, even with your silver tongue. All you went through, you deserve your matriarchal status, warlord of our family." it was true. the challenges she faced for being a woman were cruel, constant and psychologically traumatizing. he never had those issues-, never denied for the mere body parts he had. but alas, the dunamis had always ran this way. they would not be changing such sacred family traditions.. no matter their pains. for it made them strong in their own ways. with pressure came diamonds like Enyo.
she forfeited then, giving way to his wishes. and he appreciated it with a nod of approval before adding on, "we must take our power and contain it. Forgive me. I only wish to preserve our bloodline, not squander it by focusing on lesser matters. Identification will be worked with, a slave perhaps for you on your third birthday." he attempted to make up for the tension between them. Enyo's desires came from a good place, albeit heated with vengeance and passion that spilt over every time.
turning to face her as she spoke her last sentence, Érebos's brow quirked up for a moment. "What do you suggest?" he relinquished some power, feeling good to share the weight of it.


"Talking" - "Thinking"