Sister of War

Enyo strode into the Boneyard, her form casting a long shadow over the blood-soaked earth. The sky above glowed an ominous crimson, a perfect reflection of the storm within her. This was where the stories of her strength would be carved, not with whispered praise but with the crush of bone and the splatter of blood. This was what she was born for, what her name demanded of her. Destruction.

She wore her daedric armor, each piece gleaming darkly under the crimson sky. It hugged her muscular frame, accentuating every powerful contour of her body. Her sharp-eyed sentinels of the sky circled above, ready to relay every move, every flicker of movement from the assembled crowd. Nothing would be missed.

Stopping in the center of the Boneyard, Enyo raised her head high, her icy eyes scanning the land. She was a titan among mortals, and she would prove it today. With slow, deliberate movements she unfastened the straps of her armor. Each piece fell to the ground with a dull, final thud. She would not rely on the weight of metal to protect her. This victory would be earned in flesh and blood. Her form was still as formidable as ever.

Raw.

Powerful.

Unyielding.

Next, she brought her head down, clamping her jaws onto the protective caps covering her teeth. One by one, she tore them off and spat them aside, each clink echoing in the heavy air. She stood now as she was meant to be, naked of adornment. Bare and ready to fight with every inch of herself.

A true warrior.

Her head tilted back, and a howl ripped from her throat. A terrifying, powerful sound that echoed through the plains, rattling the stones and carrying over the blood-stained ponds. It was a challenge and a promise, a roar that declared her dominance and her unbreakable will. A proclamation.

“Eltrys!” she bellowed, her voice thick and commanding, vibrating with raw intent. "Come forth. Face me."

Her tail flicked, her muscles coiled with anticipation, and her eyes blazed with a hunger for victory. She would show them all what it meant to be Enyo the Goddess of War, the Dragon of Dunamis.

Enyo stood her ground, muscles taut and ready, as she awaited Eltrys’ response to her challenge. This was a critical moment, she could not afford to underestimate the strength of her opponent.

As she prepared her defenses, Enyo shifted her weight, lowering her center of gravity to enhance her stability. She positioned her powerful limbs wide apart, ready to spring into action. Her left ear twitched, attuned to the slightest sounds.

She would expect some words but she would prepare for action.





"SPEECH"

Enyo Vs Eltrys for Pack Challenge
Round 0/?
Height: 45”
Build: Heavy