I slaughtered them like animals. I HATE THEM

The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the long grasses of the basin. The summer air hung thick, the scent of baking earth mingling with the heady aroma of the grasses below. Enyo moved like a shadow along the ridge, her daedric armor glinting faintly under the waning moonlight, each step deliberate, every motion silent. Beside her, Erebros mirrored her movements, his cold eyes reflecting the same calculated determination as his sister's.

Enyo's eyes narrowed as she gazed down into the basin, the coyote camp nestled within the grassy hollow. Scattered carcasses and stolen belongings from Insomnia lay among their dens, proof of the arrogance of these lesser creatures. Her lips curled back, revealing her capped teeth in a silent snarl of disdain. Coyotes. Scrawny and pitiful, dared to take what was theirs. They had grown bold, but that ended tonight. She would not tolerate competition for resources, especially not from such lowly scavengers.

With a subtle nod to Erebros, Enyo began her descent. The heavy armor she wore barely slowed her, the armor acted as an extension of her formidable presence. Her thick mane bristled with anticipation, the thrill of the hunt sending a surge of adrenaline through her veins. She moved with precision, eyes locked on the sleeping forms ahead. The coyotes were unaware of the danger closing in on them, unaware that their end approached with the silent fury of a storm.

Once they were at the edge of the basin, Enyo signaled to her brother, a swift jerk of her head, and they spread out, moving to encircle the dens. She could hear the soft whimpers and snores of the coyotes, their forms curled in sleep, vulnerable and unsuspecting. A slow, feral grin spread across her muzzle, her piercing gaze shifting briefly to meet Erebros's. There would be no mercy tonight.

With a deep breath, Enyo let out a low, guttural growl that rumbled through the basin, the sound a herald of death. The coyotes stirred, confusion and fear rippling through their ranks as they awoke to the sight of two massive wolves looming over them, eyes alight with cold fury. Enyo wasted no time, her powerful frame lunging forward. Jaws snapping down on the neck of the nearest coyote. The creature barely had time to yelp before its windpipe was crushed, its body going limp in her grip.

The two wolves would work in brutal harmony. Enyo's daedric armor clinked softly as she moved, her muscular limbs propelling her from one target to the next, her paws crushing ribs, her jaws tearing flesh. The coyotes tried to scatter, but there was nowhere to run. The ridges surrounding the basin trapped them, leaving them at the mercy of the Dunamis siblings.

Enyo showed none. She cut down a coyote attempting to flee, her eyes cold and unfeeling as she turned to the next. Even the pups, those small, squealing creatures, were not spared. They were future threats, potential thieves of her pack's resources, and she would not suffer their existence. Her jaws closed around one of them, and she shook it violently, ending its life in a heartbeat. Before moving on to the next.

Disgusting.

Filthy.

Vermin.





"SPEECH"