Im a watermelon slammed into your driveway

Enyo’s rich voice rumbled as she muttered to herself, her large paw still hovering above a patch of herbs she had no real knowledge of. The soft, almost imperceptible sound of footsteps behind her immediately caught her attention. She waited to see if they were passing by until they grew louder, deliberate, approaching her with an unmistakable intent.

She turned, eyes locked on the stranger. The she-wolf before her was smaller. Striking, with an odd combination of rich orange and tawny hues that contrasted sharply against the greens of the gully. But what truly caught Enyo’s attention were the blood-red eyes that seemed to stare through her.

Enyo's imposing posture didn’t falter. If anything, her head raised slightly higher as she assessed the newcomer. The air between them was thick with the clash of their scents. Enyo’s deep, luxurious scent versus Empousa’s oddly floral but metallic aroma. Reminded Enyo of blood.

At the she-wolf’s words, a slow, dangerous smile curled the edges of Enyo’s maw. Poison? The idea was almost amusing. Poison was a coward's tool in Enyo's eyes, despite some Dunamis making it of use. She never respected it. Felt like a perversion of death. A weak and cowardly smear upon the face of battle.

She let the question hang in the air for a moment, her massive form completely still except for the subtle flicker of what remained of her tail.

"What am I looking for?" Enyo's voice cut through the space between them, thick and commanding. "Herbs." She stepped closer, her massive paws making the ground beneath them seem smaller, her broad chest expanding as she inhaled deeply. "You're right. If I wanted to kill, I wouldn’t need such an insidious tool."

Her gaze swept over Empousa, sizing her up and taking her slender form. The compliment in the smaller wolf’s words didn’t go unnoticed, but Enyo wasn’t one to be easily charmed. The Dunamis dragon knew she was attractive, knew she was worthy of praise but she was not foolish enough to not suspect dark intentions when honey flowed so sweetly from a stranger.

"And you?" Enyo continued, her tone a mix of curiosity and restrained threat. "What brings you to this place."

Though she didn’t immediately move into an aggressive stance, the tension in her body was palpable, like a coiled spring ready to strike if provoked. Enyo, always one to dominate. She was never going to let others forget who held the power.


"SPEECH"