Can you meet me half way..

É R E B O S .


as much as he loved enyo, it was true & sure who shined as a traditional dunamis woman should. in all her feminism and submission, she had glory that never wavered. a trophy to be cleaned and bear up in the paws of her founder for as long she lived. a royalty to lead. and starchild was just that; an empress of the dunamis, a living organism worthy of all they had to offer. she was to be held up, never down. despite the assumptions that the women were below them.. being a lesser powerful member in the clan did not equate to being less valued, as enyo perhaps saw it. in fact, women in the clan were precious and selectively chosen. starchild was poised, sensual and suave. elegant in her walk and the words she spoke had been refined like perfected dark chocolate & tart plum. an expensive taste to lick. a devious siren, she was the brand of the dunamis. the dark divine feminine. capable of birthing such men that stood before her like Érebos. "I suggest focusing on making the world yours." it wasn't a joke,- Érebos urged them all to take and assert their influences over boreas and beyond. it was their nature & birthright.

as they went on, progressing further, Érebos would keep his focus on the path ahead whilst occasionally glancing at the slender woman. "And how is everyone back home? Good I hope." he knew they were good. better than, actually. thriving was all they ever could do. a gluttonous family, taking and raiding near by lands and enslaving those who rejected the dunamis doctrine. starchild was accustomed to this lifestyle, as they all were. the original dog eat dog family.

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