Redefine it quickly

É R E B O S .

when red replied that no one controlled him, not even himself, Érebos knew better than to feel disappointment. hearing the inauthenticity in their voice ring louder than their tone- it gave way to the opening Érebos had been searching for. for only the tip of red's persona was exposed to the world, or so it seemed. it was the same for Érebos after all. "what changed?" it was there that Érebos dove in, regardless of the danger it might've held with it. "I let go." this could've been very, very bad advice. or it could've been very good advice. the way of which this was used was entirely up to redrum. it would make or break them, casting forth only the true colors of their essence, of their heart. Érebos intended to enable their process-, not discriminating what may of lived in the deep wells of the yearling. a presented container Érebos would be for the young male. which way would it be expressed then?- battle, anger.. maybe even relaxation? "Live for yourself. What does that look like, redrum?" he wanted them to envision it, to taste and feel what a wholesome quality of life was. what did it look like for redrum?

the lad went on about enyo, his sister. he spoke of her like he was clueless. well of course he was.. "Enyo is called the dragon in our clan for good reason. She is the sword, the warlord of the family." he educated redrum, hoping to provide insight on why she was the way she was. "she was ultimately made for it, you see. dare I say conceived with the force of fire." he chuckled, speaking as if this was normal. well, it was for them anyways. "She could very well kill you next time. She could also kill me." he said with a pause, allowing the example to be made. "Have you ever wondered why she does not? Enyo dunamis does nothing by accident. She left you alive, she abides our family structure- nearly the same situations if you ask me." another chuckle, half serious and teasing. but as his voice trailed on, Érebos' tones settled, poised even. "she is loyal, redrum. invest in that woman once and she will stand by your side for a life time. There is warmth in her.. but you must find it for yourself." he advised the yearling.

finally, his paws found the oil. specifically, the oil of oregano- a powerful and concentrated solution Érebos made some time ago. the oil was thick, and sap-like. the smell proved potent and nearly offensive to the nares. within it's small glass vase, Érebos tilted the bottle and poured it onto a curved piece of bark he made. coming to hover over red's head, he aimed to pour it down their throat after saying, "Open up. Swallow fast." the bitter oil was anything but tasty but it was necessary. "This will give you bouts of heartburn, maybe some nausea. We will repeat this dosage daily for a week to ensure no infection incurs." his deep voice rumbled, face stoic and features calm as he withdrew from red by now to Clean up his tools and herbs.

"You're all good to go. Unless you wanted to speak more." he offered his hand so to say, extending an olive branch. something Érebos rarely did.




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