What Did I Do?

Érebos was found to be skimming the lands of boreas often. day and night, he looked for members to join medusa. why? secrets, secrets. Érebos had agendas hidden from everyone else, his motives clever and unassuming. but he's stopped at the scent of blood. wolf's blood to be exact. and who was it? his nares went to work, working with strong blows of air as he tested the scents with skill. soon he was tracking the aroma with ease.

and it's then he finds a small ashen wolf. sickly looking and injured, with even bits of cactus on them. he paused closely to the puppy, his eyes running over their skinny figure with a look of sorrow. in such a moment, it would show forth the personality of Érebos Dunamis. he.. could've left the wolf there to die, yes. but Érebos was often times a thought out man, seeing the future and feeling its benefits. this wolf would owe the clan for this very moment; it was young enough to adopt as his child & raise accordingly to the Dunamis vision. Érebos pondered then as he watched them motionless, his ears splaying to the side as he sat slowly with a pensive look on his face. serious with what he was about to do. he never did anything he did not mean to.

he had no experience with children, so he ran with it in the way he knew how. if the pup did not move, Érebos lowered over the pup and began to examine it. determining it's sex and current health. he then spoke, softly with his deep voice, "Don't give up. Fight back." he urged them, instructing them a way out of their hell. a light you see, bold & bright, fucking invincible-, all powerful in every aspect of existence. and he laid it upon the puppy as if a god from the sky came to save a failed soul. "Get up." his voice drafted over the wind with potent vibrations. dust swooped up, tugging at their figured under the bright sun.

"Érebos"