wont let it slide

Érebos was a methodical, cold and calculating man. everyone knew this, that knew him. the scene at the mandatory fight training was a mess. he would admit that, but medusa acted out in a way he didn't see coming. her unperdictability didn't have to be an issue, but in this case it certainly was. even if enyo did not speak on the matter, it crossed his personal boundaries. his sister, as headstrong as she was, was still his responsibility. he expected much from her tongue this dawning day but his patience would be according. had she chosen to act out in a childish way, she would receive a abrupt correction. despite the wrong doing of medusa, he aimed to discuss the matter with enyo in private and controlled way. so when his sister's falcon came with a message, he took it.
not that he had to.
his walk was wide and purposeful- a hefty breath as he flared his nares like a mad bull. his muscles swiveled and danced beneath his rugged thick coat, his mane bouncing as his enormous frame intruded the barren dunes. a place that was arid, dry and hot. it made him more primal while he began to pant. the dunamis were not use to such conditions. their homeland being more cool than boreas. he didn't pay too much mind on her chosen setting as he prowled closer, finally locking eyes on his sister from afar.
he stops panting then, slowing to meet her head on with jowls that hung loosely, smelling her as he remained tall atop the warm ground. the sand burned but he did not falter, his body tense with twitching anticipation and testosterone musk high in the wind. his tail erect as his ears cupped forward- all his attention gravitated towards her with unyielding scrutiny. his voice then was a booming force that crashed into her, his eyes empty, stoic & harsh as they bit through her. "Enyo Dunamis." greek accent draped over his words-, a powerful greet yet concise. a sober man, he came to hear what she had to say and he came to lay down what she had no choice to bear. his demeanor was tight, crushing and pushing against her. a feeling of distaste before them. unease, the line was thin here. what this meeting would entail was unknown to Érebos, but he was entirely geared for whatever enyo would try. however so, his energy was thorn-like with the promise of retaliation flaring out like the sun itself. his eyes unwavering as he stared her down, giving her a moment to carefully get it out.


"Talking" - "Thinking"