Or maybe just to turn me on

z e p h y r o s .


zephyros dunamis was wary after the meeting took place with the patriarch. children so soon? did he fucking trust medusa that quickly? a part him couldn't even recognize his brother since having arrived in boreas. he changed. they all did. but zephyros held onto to his core values and memories rather tightly. carrying on his back, the load of his traumatic life by far. being a dunamis was double edged sword for zephyros. and he wanted more than anything to feel free from it, to daydream as if it could happen one day. too afraid to be stripped and exiled from the only family he'd known.. yet angry that he remained bound to the rigidity of their ways. he held no voice in his clan, he never would. if only he had been as ambitious as Érebos & enyo were.. but deep down, zephyros did not care to lead his family. in fact, he imagined how lost he would be without a master. how all of the dunamis would be weak without the structure their elders forced upon them. and being weak was never an option when you were dunamis. his whole identity was fucked from the day of conception. he was never him.. no. he was an extension of the family and always would be.

by now, his day took longer than usual to end, the night finally creeping in to sedate his resentment. the hulking body of zephyros remained tensed under the moonlight as he moved across the barren landscape of the sycari strip. his body occasionally twitching by the many thoughts that wouldn't turn off and the heat did nothing to cease it. he was a broken record- wanting to f u m e out the flames of his inferno as he itched for something else to focus on. anyone, anything. he needed it- fucking craved to release the pent up agitation he felt in his day to day life of being a dunamis machine. and it was if his luck finally rang through..

he smelt them first- a brute just as he, wondering alone in the night like zephyros did. enticing him, zephyros would begin to move towards the masculine scent with wet nares that flared like a mad bull- his sense alive for this as he tracked the other down with ease. his ears swiveling while he prowled slowly with heavy steps. and by minutes, he came across them; a horned wolf with an aura just as unfriendly as his own. what would this entail? he intended to find out, wanting to taper down the dangerous waters tonight. in the mood for trouble.

eyes of dual toned vermilion landed on them, gleaming with with intensity as he watched with disturbing curiosity. jowls hung loosely as he tasted the air, imprinting on the other's scent whilst panting as he stood a respective distance away. zephyros wondered then.. could they smell the concoction of chemicals that released in his own musk? the bit of it that said he was brimming on the brink? "Where ya' headed?" zephryos' voice was booming; thick and deep with an accent. guttural and throaty while it spoke words that didn't quite fit the energy he excluded. a lazy attempt of deception.


"talk."