Its our fucking birthday, of course we're drunk

he only showed face because Érebos would threaten him otherwise. he dreaded parties, birthdays, crowds.. that sort of thing. it gave him anxiety. big crowds never meant a good thing. rather, he remembered the way his elders ganged up and circled him, to toughen him they use to say with their slurred insults- the smell of whiskey strong on their tongues.
he shook his pelt, briskly trotting towards the commotion of wolves he heard. still, zeph hadn't moved in entirely so to say. he usually slept back in emerald valley & sometimes sweet grass basin. he didn't trust medusa, didn't trust the new friends they all made. it was too fast, too soon for the scapegoated dunamis. Érebos partied with these wolves as if they had been family. and a part of him wondered if Érebos was trying to recreate it all like some sick joke. the way Érebos heaved a baritone chuckle like their father, sharing drinks with women and enyo getting drunk like nike did when she raged; often times waking them up for 'tests' he was sure she got off on.
while he ventured with a face of stoicism into the crowd, his red eyes skimmed over the faces he knew and didn't know. his body hunched over as he kept a low profile; his hulking body uncomfortable and moving quickly to the back of the gathering. away from the blazing bonfire as he sat then, his shoulders never relaxing back. he celebrated for them while he much preferred to be alone for his birthdays. his aura was tight, unwelcoming and apprehensive. his eyes looking over them all as he waited, mentally checking out until someone made him talk. hearing the casual talking, the gifts even.. why wasn't he happy? not a yearling any more but it wasn't like he had a youthful childhood to remember.
glancing over at Érebos, they made eye contact and it instantly hitched him upwards as he expected the patriarch to pay him a visit. "Érebos." he bowed to his patriarch, unamused with the party that ultimately felt like another one of Érebos' chores to dish out. standing with muscles twitching, he played his part like the rest of these fucking goons. a smile creeping over his maw as he used all he could to muster one. enjoying, see? he hoped it was enough to keep out another one of Érebos' lectures and check ins. he grew bored of assuring them all. as if they could fix the hell he was in.


"talk" - "think"