Oceanic Dwell

Enyo’s gaze flickered from Zephyros to Lazuli, a mix of amusement and irritation coursing through her. Her brother’s response, a snarled warning laced with territorial dominance, stirred a subtle thrill within her. She appreciated the display of strength, but the brutish manner in which he addressed the smaller wolf was a bit much. What a brute.

Zephyros growled that he wouldn't kill her. A statement that caused Enyo’s lips to curl into an amused smirk. She held her ground, unbothered by his intensity, yet she couldn’t help but wonder at his approach. There was a time when the Dunamis did not waste their time with those beneath them but here he was, loitering with a creature so vastly different from their lineage. What was he planning to do if not fuck her? He didn't intend to kill her? So he planned to hurt her. Enyo’s piercing gaze sharpened at the sight of him looming over the blue she-wolf, an uncomfortable dominance that seemed almost cruel. Whatever, the meek would be crushed. If Zephyros decided to do such a thing then she hoped it was in good judgment.

She wouldn't linger to help him clean his mess up either but she would instruct him to cover his tracks.

She was not Erebros, she wouldn't deny her brother the same urges she craved herself.

However Lazuli’s response was playful, her calm demeanor contrasting sharply with Zephyros’s tension. Her cheerful introduction seemed to bounce off her brother’s aggressive presence, and Enyo suppressed a small roll of her eyes. The whole situation was funny to her, a clueless victim and a predator with a stick up his ass.

"Mighty she-wolf," Enyo echoed, the word dripping with sarcasm. A glance at Zephyros. "Και προέρχεται από το Hellborn όχι λιγότερο (And she comes from Hellborn, no less)" she would comment to Zephyros. Enyo’s thoughts raced as she considered the implications. A haunted forest? That was Widow’s territory and the very idea of associating with that wolf left a bitter taste in her mouth.

A flicker of temptation crossed her mind as she considered the idea of kidnapping this Lazuli. Or even murdering her. But as she studied the small wolf, who seemed more fluff than muscle, doubt crept in. Could this creature truly be worth the effort?

The more she watched Laz the more she doubted anyone would come looking for her.

Enyo’s gaze drifted back to Zephyros, sizing him up as he interacted with Lazuli. His bulk and strength were undeniable, yet the rawness of his approach lacked the refinement she believed a Dunamis should possess. The world of politics and power was one of subtlety, and while she appreciated his brute strength, she desired more finesse in this situation. As Lazuli continued to prattle on about her adventures, Enyo’s sharp eyes narrowed, her thoughts swirling with schemes and possibilities.

She would look at Lazuli and offer a friendly warm smile. Her tail gave a faux wag, to a stranger it would appear genuine. Enyo could only hope her brother would play along.

"Ίσως υπάρχει κάτι περισσότερο σε αυτό (Perhaps there is something more to this one)," Enyo mused to her brother, her lips curling into a happy smile to make it appear that her conversation was one of good origins to the outsider listening. "Αλλά προς το παρόν, θα δούμε πώς θα εξελιχθεί αυτό. Αυτό το χοντρό βατόμουρο του λύκου φαίνεται αρκετά ανόητο για να μας πει ό,τι θέλουμε, αν είμαστε προσεκτικοί. Ας την αφήσουμε να νομίζει ότι είμαστε φίλοι (But for now, we shall see how this unfolds. This fat blueberry of a wolf seems stupid enough to tell us whatever we wish if we exercise some caution. Let her think we are friends)." With that, she leaned slightly closer, a calculated move. Watching, waiting, and considering her next move in this unexpected game.

"The Haunted Forest? I've heard of it before however I haven't had the pleasure of visiting. My name is Aridanya. This is my friend Malek. We both heard about the tunnels in this part of the land so we decided to investigate."

"SPEECH"