Violins & Blood

Enyo moved through the familiar terrain of Whisperer's Gorge, her steps deliberate and silent. The rocky cliffs rose steeply on either side, casting jagged shadows across her path. The wind swept through the gorge, whistling its eerie tune, but she paid it no mind. Even the crimson skies above did not stir anxiety in the woman. Enyo’s thoughts were elsewhere, focused and sharp. Today, like so many times before, she would prove her worth. This time felt different. Her whole life was an uphill battle. Constantly trying to prove to the Elders that she was not just worthy of equality but to be revered as superior to some of the men.

She was better at being a man than most.

But today it seemed it would finally pay off.

Her muscular frame moved with calculated ease, the rugged terrain offering no challenge to her thick limbs and broad shoulders. Her head was held high, her eyes glowed with the determination and pride that defined her. Her daedric armor shimmered faintly under the red glow of the sky.

The Dunamis were superior and she, in all her arrogance and ambition, embodied everything that made them great. Her brother, Erebros, might be the Patriarch, but she knew her value. The strength she brought to their family and the power she wielded.

She had arrived early, driven by anticipation for the meeting that would soon unfold. Erebros was already there, standing tall. He was the only male she truly respected, and she was closer to him than to any of their siblings. She understood him, perhaps better than any of their siblings, recognizing in him the same ambition that flickered within her. Their connection was strong, forged in the fires of their upbringing. A childhood where both had been expected to rise above, to stand as pillars of strength for their family. The bond between them needed no words, no gestures. She knew he trusted her, just as she trusted him.

"Brother," she greeted, her voice low and steady. Enyo would take her place below and face him where the others would soon gather beside her. Her gaze remained steady, expression neutral. She stood at attention, embodying the essence of a warrior ready to heed her leader's call.


"SPEECH"