FIGHT LIKE A GREEK

TW: GORE/BLOOD


Enyo watched her brother with a quiet intensity, her piercing gaze locked onto his every movement as he silently took charge. She said nothing as Erebos prowled forward, his hulking form moving with surprising stealth for one of his size. She knew this dance well: the silent communication between them, each understanding the other's intentions without the need for words. His narrowed eyes and focused demeanor told her everything she needed to know. Whatever it was, was a fool.

As Erebos crept forward, the scent of the feline grew stronger, its form finally materializing in the shadows of the vines.

A creature of death. A creature of prowess. A creature worth her while.

Enyo’s heart thudded in her chest, but she remained still, her body poised and stiff like a bull- waiting to charge. There would be no doubt where this feline resided on the food chain. On top. Enyo quickly deduced that this lion-like creature's careless trespassing was not because of inattention. The jaguar was more than likely an apex in these parts, having few if any predators of its own. This was why it lingered despite their scents. This was why it was careless with the fines it disturbed. The jaguar had chosen its hiding place poorly, and now it would pay for its arrogance. The Dunamis siblings did not suffer trespassers lightly.

The woman couldn't help but feel a delightful sense of nostalgia. The two working together in an unexpected situation. The blood. The frenzy of it all reminded her of one of the many tests Cassius had the two endure. How exciting! Enyo's heart thundered and the blood roared in her ears. How invigorating! Her muscles twitched with arousal. When Érebos lunged, Enyo moved with him. Her large paws crunched the frozen earth as she closed the distance between herself and the struggling feline. The jaguar’s swipes were desperate, clawing at Érebos, but his strength was unshakable. The scene before her was almost amusing. The jaguar flailed, outmatched, and caught off guard by the sheer power of her brother. It wasn't expecting such a threat let alone such an aggressive reaction. Pitiful idiot.

Something hot and dark stirred within her.

The pleasure she received from completely rending those weaker than her was inordinate. There was no greater thrill than culling the earth of the weak. What better way to drive her stake and place deeper into the soil she wished to claim?

With a deep, growling breath, Enyo stepped forward. Her posture exuded pure dominance, every muscle in her broad, powerful frame rippling as she towered over the pinned jaguar. Her fur bristled along her neck and shoulders, casting an even larger shadow across the trembling feline. There was no mercy in her gaze, only a sadistic pleasure as she looked down upon the intruder. The jaguar’s eyes flicked toward her, wild with panic, and for a brief moment, Enyo’s lips curled into a cruel smile. How foolish this creature had been to think it could hide from them. How foolish to believe that their den, their space, would be anything but a death trap for such insolence.

She moved with barbaric haste as she circled to the jaguar's exposed underbelly. Her nostrils flared, taking in the sharp scent of fear mingled with the pungent musk of the cat. She surged forward, lunging. The feline kicked out, a paw full of talons ripping across Enyo's cheek and down into her thick and densely furred chest. Fur floated into the air. Blood began to run down her cheek, the heat only arousing Enyo's bloodlust more.

It was quite cold out, and Enyo could only imagine just how warm the creature's insides were. Her pupils were dilated so that barely any blue showed. Pits of tar and destruction they were.

Without hesitation, she struck. Her broad muzzle snapped downward, powerful jaws clamping onto the soft flesh of the jaguar’s stomach.

The feline let out a shriek of agony, its body bucking beneath Erebos’s grip, but Enyo didn’t relent. Claws raked her sides as she ravaged the flesh. The pain only made her heart pound louder. She would work harder until it stopped. Her titanium teeth would make short work of the soft belly. She felt the warm gush of blood between her teeth, the flesh tearing as her powerful jaws worked deeper into its gut. Her eyes glinted with a savage satisfaction as she tore into the jaguar’s vulnerable form.

Steam began to rise from the amount of blood spilling from the two. How warm. The jaguar began to fight harder, a second wind and newfound strength arising from the threat of certain death. Enyo would no stop, not unless the creature somehow stood up. Her manic laughter muffled in the flesh.


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