Different psychology, girl nothin' bout you bothers me

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY


it had been days after their initial meeting. and he craved for more of her direction, knowledge and experience. a fascinating wolf, she had been so unlike the rest. hard to forget when she introduced him to the world of influences galore. he paid a visit then, to the poison maker. greedy to take her skill from her, wanting it for himself. to hone it, learn it and abuse it. Érebos dunamis wanted to become close to her, like a snake with eyes on the apple. and scylla had the apple he wanted as of now. for all the wrong reasons, he showed up tonight at her door. biased and always choosing encounters that might've benefited him. selective, elusive and hardly aimless-, Érebos kept himself in uniform. yet, his intentions hadn't been all bad; he genuinely was interested in her, this queen. making a deal in his mind to pivot his less than desirable agendas away from her & her home. had things went well between the two, who knew the future and alliances they could have. a part of him pondering then if she knew the potential of him.

a turning table, he didn't imagine he'd like a Klein. let alone find her sensually pleasing and intriguing. were all Klein women this way?- his mind flickering to the thought of the scorned widow. it was safe to say these women knew how to sway their hips and talk with tongues dipped in shroom honey. dangerous, he intended to become closer than acquaintances with the family widow seemingly renounced & medusa trusted to co-rule her pack. why was family so known? what was their legacy, their story,.. their value? he intended to find out alone.

approaching her borders, he smelt her perfume amongst other scents. he would pause just before the thick markers and call for scylla and scylla alone. and only until then, would Érebos cross her borders with permission given- the rest hidden from the world outside with doors closed and locks turnt.


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