FIGHT LIKE A GREEK

Enyo's silver-blue eyes glimmered in the moonlight, the cold air biting at her thick pelt. The night was calm, save for the blood now seeping into the earth beneath her paws. Her chest heaved, the taste of copper sharp on her tongue as she stepped back from the now motionless jaguar, its life snuffed out by the siblings’. She turned her head slightly, catching Erebros’ gaze as he panted, blood dripping from his maw, his approval hanging in the air.

Well done.

The words fed something deep inside her, but it was a fleeting satisfaction. The rush of battle still coursed through her veins, and though she reveled in their victory, her eyes remained locked on the carnage before them. "How badly did it get you?" Érebros asked.

Enyo snorted, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face as she shifted her weight, testing the pull of a gash along her flank. It was a bunch of "superficial" wounds. Nothing that would slow her. Her pride, however, was not so easily soothed. "Hardly worth mentioning," she replied, her voice velvety, though the edge of irritation was unmistakable. "A weak creature, desperate and careless. It didn’t stand a chance."

She glanced down at the jaguar’s mangled remains, a savage satisfaction curling her lips. The hunt had been swift, and brutal...just as it should be. Yet, as always, her mind wandered to the echoes of her past. To the cold hardship they had survived as children, forced to prove their worth over and over again. There was no room for weakness then, and there was none now. Not in her. Not in Erebros.

Her eyes hardened as her brother suggested they find clean water. The lingering taste of battle made her hungry for more, but she knew he was right. They couldn’t stay here, not with the scent of blood hanging so thick in the air. "Fine," she muttered, her voice low, laced with begrudging agreement. "Lead the way."

Enyo lingered for just a moment longer, her gaze sweeping over the makeshift den that had been violated by the jaguar’s presence. Her lips curled in distaste before following her brother. Falling into step beside him, Enyo remained silent, though her thoughts churned. Erebros had always been the leader, the patriarch of their family. A man born into power in his position. Enyo would prove her worth, again and again, until there was no question. Until her strength and power were undeniable, no matter her sex. Would her younger siblings be able to do what she did? Even with Erebros by their side, would they be able to operate under such brutal efficiency? She knew the answer.

She glanced at him, her eye catching his profile as they moved through the tangled vines. He was formidable, yes- but so was she. Although she loved Erebros, perhaps more than the others. She longed to be seen as her own, revered as a separate entity. And one day, she would be remembered not as the sister of the patriarch, but as Enyo, the warrior who surpassed them all.


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