Ladies Night!

There would be a piercing cry in the air as Foberos alerted her master to a wolf approaching.

Shortly after the first would arrive. Enyo’s sharp gaze flicked toward the cobalt fae as she slid effortlessly into the pool, cutting through the water like a sleek fish. Scylla’s sultry voice drifted through the mist, and Enyo's ears twitched toward the sound. Her lips quirked in a subtle, satisfied smile. That little moan... sweet and soft. It piqued her curiosity. For a fleeting moment, Enyo wondered if that sound was what Scylla would sound like in bed. The thought lingered like a hook, teasing her mind, stirring a playful glimmer in her mismatched eyes.

Was it intentional?

Or was she just a lustful brute?

When Scylla nestled herself comfortably on a ledge within the spring, Enyo leaned back slightly, water lapping gently around her broad shoulders. She tilted her head, studying the delicate stranger with a predatory, leisurely gaze. Every inch. Sizing up new prey. Her demeanor shifted. Akin to the smooth draw of a bowstring. She was relaxed, poised, but deliberate. A touch of warmth seeped into her voice.

Subtle invitation.

"Company is always welcome," Enyo rumbled, her velvety voice thick with easy charm, the barest hint of amusement lurking beneath, "What good is luxury if there’s no one to share it with?"

Before she could draw Scylla further into conversation, another figure slipped through the trees. Enyo’s eyes flicked toward the glowing woman. Daenerys was it? She was a vision in vermilion, her otherworldly glow casting mesmerizing ripples of crimson light across the water. Enyo watched her with interest, noting the subtle confidence in her stride and the way she eased herself into the pool without waiting for permission. Attractive.

Was it the heat of the springs or was Enyo beginning to become excited?

Her lips curled into a slow, approving smile. She liked boldness.

"Seems we have quite the gathering tonight," Enyo said smoothly, her voice low and inviting. "Please, make yourself comfortable. The color of your coat puts these skies to shame."

When Daenerys introduced herself, Enyo’s gaze lingered on her. Taking in the ethereal glow of her claws and horns. She dipped her head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment, though there was a sly edge to her smile.

"I am Enyo," she introduced herself, her tone rich and deliberate. "It’s a pleasure to meet you both."

Enyo shifted slightly in the water, her massive frame rippling beneath the surface like a coiled beast, adjusting her posture with languid grace. The natural predator in her knew how to shift gears. How to make herself disarmingly charming when the situation called for it. How to draw others in like moths to flame. Now, that charm was fully engaged, her manner easy and unthreatening, though her gaze remained intent.

"Tell me," she said, her voice smooth as silk, "Would you prefer conversation, or does silence soothe you better?"

Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she glanced between the two women. The flickering red glow from Daenerys’s markings reflected in her eyes, giving them an even more ethereal shimmer. Enyo’s expression remained calm and inviting. However, her mind buzzed with curiosity. Who were these women? What brought them here, and what, if anything, did they want?

She wondered, briefly, how easily they might come to her bed. Enyo had always found women far more to her liking. There was something about the softness, the curves, the mystery. These two were each captivating in their own way.

Whatever this encounter might bring, whether conversation, companionship, or something more... Enyo was content to let it unfold, her predator’s patience finely tuned. After all, every hunter knew that the best prey was the kind that came willingly into the trap.

"And of you? What is your name?", she asked the blue one.

They were cobalt and crimson. Enyo was the blank canvas.

Oh, how she wished to be painted with all their vivid colors. How wonderful that would be.


"SPEECH"