Sister of War

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

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in the midst of his walk along the battlefield, the dire wolf galloped thunderously upon the terrain. his massive paws pounded on the ground like a heartbeat. the heat of the sun on his obsidian back as he marched with flaring wet nares, his rounded girth swinging with the momentum of his proceed. dual toned eyes searching for a fight to sharpen his skills, gaze hungry and intense. but he's suddenly taken off his course as he hears Enyo's howl filter through the air. a loud call then followed by a roar for eltrys. her choice was surprising to say the least- but pleasant on his ears.

he came then, heeding her call with quickness and eagerness. coming to see his sister standing there without her amor as she stood in a ready stance. a part of Érebos was proud to see his littermate stir such commotion, targeting the noble headache he'd known a few months back. impartial enough not to care and in fact quite happy with the challenge she initiated. enyo would be rewarded for her efforts, staking her claim before the rest while Érebos quietly acquired insomnia under his own belt. she was never one to wait, after all.

what a pleasant birthday gift really-, as the dunamis patriarch came to sit himself along the sidelines- senses vigilant as he awaited for the others to show. "Take what is yours, Enyo Dunamis." he cackled with a deep voice booming across the arena as he sat, itching for blood to be drawn and the amusement to be had. he knew who would win here today. "νικήστε τους(defeat them)."



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