Where It May Lead

Enyo listened quietly, taking in the subtle undercurrent of his words. He was careful, thoughtful even. Traits she admired but knew could also lead to indecision. His musings about wolves lurking with similar ideals were valid, but there was a softness in the way he approached it. Kronos had always been the thinker, the one to consider every angle, while she preferred a more direct approach. The world was not seized by those who thought, it was taken by those who had the strength to act. Still, she could appreciate his perspective even if it was different from hers.

When he mentioned Medusa, a low chuckle escaped her. "Odd is one word for it," she said, her voice laced with dry amusement. "But Medusa has done what many can’t. And not just survived, she’s thrived, in her strange way. That’s not something to overlook. We owe her for this foothold, true. Regardless of what we do or where we want to go, it is Erebros who dictates everything" For better or worse. Her gaze flicked back to the horizon, sharp and calculating. "And when we do, it will be bigger, better. Insomnia might be an ally now, but I have no intention of relying on anyone else for long." It wasn't as if she or any of them had a choice in the matter.

She turned her head toward him, her intense eyes locking onto his. "You’re right that not everything should be rushed, but there’s a difference between careful planning and hesitation. You speak of loyalty, of not making enemies, but here’s the truth... everyone’s a potential enemy, Kronos. Everyone who isn't us is below us. They are not bound by blood the way we are. The moment they see our strength and our ambition, they will look for ways to tear us down. They will be threatened. Weaker spirits always are. It’s not a matter of if but when. We must be prepared, always."

Enyo’s steps slowed, her massive frame pausing mid-stride as she shifted her gaze back to the herd of deer. "I’m not suggesting we act recklessly or rush into alliances or war, but hesitation is dangerous. Just as dangerous as a hastily made alliance. Or just as foolish as thinking we, as grand as we are designed, are capable of blending in. Waiting too long for the right moment, that’s when others strike. Not out of fear, but out of control. We shape the board, not the other way around."

Her tail flicked, a gesture of impatience. "We can’t afford to think small. And right now, Kronos, your plans are too small. Getting to know the wolves? Deciding who’s worth the trouble?" She scoffed lightly. "That’s all well and good, but don’t forget the bigger picture. Our name should be feared, not just known. Strength, power that’s how you gain true loyalty. Not by tiptoeing around, trying to figure out who might be useful. In the end, when your allies are dead and your enemies come charging on our door, it will all dwindle to one thing. War." She would look into his eyes, the icy fire burning behind them with intensity, "And when, not if, but when that happens brother. You will be thankful you have me."

Enyo took a step closer to him, her voice lowering, but it carried a heavy weight of authority. "We will rise, Kronos. Together. Caution has its place, yes. But we aren’t here just to blend in. We’re here to dominate. Remember that."

With that, she turned her gaze forward, resuming their patrol. The sharp lines of her face softened slightly as she added, almost as an afterthought, "And if life throws us a novelties or two along the way, all the better. You can enjoy it. But don't let it distract you from what we’re here to do."

They were on a mission. Do not get caught in the webs of mingling with the lesser. The fact Kronos even believed that others could tear them down.... they were Dunamis. Boreas was a lake. Every action, every word, every choice, everything they did would ripple and eventually make waves throughout the land.

And if the wolves that were here before them tried to snuff them out or even threatened them, then perhaps they weren't as foolish as she believed.

"SPEECH"