Pretty little poison

♚ÉREBOS DUNAMIS

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she was knowledgable in her field, whatever that was. and open at that-, perhaps she was a trader? how did even his leisure moments turn into an idea of determination and purpose? he learned then that stingrays were useful in regards to collecting poison. "And do you sell such potions that you make?" he had his reasons for asking, desiring to use them and eventually learn himself.

as she went on, he perfectly concealed the reaction he had to word 'klien'. so this was potentially a descendant from one of medusa's torturers then? yet, medusa had made peace with some of the family, after all harboring their offspring as if her own for years. so thus-, reacting in a way of abrupt aggression did not fit this case. and wouldn't, not until he spoke to medusa about her stand with the family as a whole. did the Kleins ever try to reestablish their power over medusa or did they leave her be? too much was unknown to conclude action against them. Érebos was never foolish. however, widow was not given the same benefit of the doubt. and so this particular instance was still a learning experience, one Érebos intended to milk for all it had.

scylla was an alpha as well. all the more why he should befriend her, to steal her away from other's who might've wanted her as an alliance. "Érebos Dunamis." he hid nothing, as the dunamis were too sheltered to have been heard of & too foreign; only living within boreas for nearly a year. this was his first interaction with the Kleins and their resemblance to the dunamis was uncanny. "Patriarch of my clan and member of insomnia.." his nose flared slightly. "temporarily." his aspirations were far larger than anyone could comprehend.


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