Violins & Blood

call me evil, I just know what's best for the world

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it was as if the brute never slept a day in his life-, moving with life and changing like the seasons. always taking care of something and sustaining his family religiously. by next season, Érebos would have been present in Boreas for a year. and his evolvement was both evident and tangible. in a large and spacious room at the far end of the gorge herself, sat the patriarch of the dunamis family. the royals that invaded boreas like a wave, one after the other showing up as they were sent from their home, Cyprus. the family was fortified together, dutiful and formidable. no doubt others would see and ask who they were in due time as they swelled in numbers. practically taking up a good portion of insomnia as is; a part of him thankful for such an understanding wife. sharing her resources with his clan members.

but things were growing outdated. and with such a growing clan, Érebos knew it was time to reinforce status quo amongst other things. slipping up was not tolerated, nor was any kind of disobedience in their time under the reign of Érebos Dunamis. He would see to it that everyone who took their name upheld it the way they were supposed to: structured and refined to perfection.

he calls them forth now with a powerful howl, echoing off the walls of the gorge as he patiently waits for the clan to arrive entirely. his face stoic and eyes heavy with intensity as he looked for them. expectant and watching for only so long.



ooc: Please post if you are a Dunamis clan member and any who are not, please refrain as this is an exclusive clan meeting regarding the family. Please post here before the 29th of October and get your wolves in.



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