Take Your Cake and Eat It Too

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY


he saw his younger brother from afar, watching him closely as he sat, unsuspecting under erebos's gaze. he was kept far right from the dunamis member, eyeing and keeping tabs on how everyone fit in within insomnia. it was his job after all to ensure that everyone stayed in line. Kronos enjoyed the day it seemed, but Érebos had been so busy that perhaps just recently, he found the time relax. he came from the thickets, emerging to his brother's side. walking high and brisk on his thick, sturdy legs to soon come looming over the male as he sat near. "And do you like it here, Kronos?" his voice was deep, and baritone on the wind that blew over his fur. his eyes soft as he watched the others ahead, content. swiveling ears atop his crown as he kept himself aware and watchful. "We need to talk." his voice was stern and thick with his accent. "σχετικά με τα σκατά του Enyo και ένα παλαβό(About Enyo's shit and a brat)." ah, how good it felt to speak in his true tongue.



talk ─ think