Sister of War

z e p h y r o s .


in the end, it really didn't matter did it? Érebos led them whether he liked it or not & his orders had been clear. 'you will not challenge her'. but if he could help it, he would stay with Érebos. with star. yet zephryos supported enyo in ways she perhaps thought not. would she do the same? the thought of enyo owning a pack was exciting for any dunamis.. but his loyalty was never split. he would follow the word of his patriarch, begrudgingly accepting what came out Érebos' callous mouth. yet he felt envious of the relationship between the two littermates. what was this bubbling feeling?

like everything, he buries it. not tending to it as his attention was taken from his prowl in the boneyard- his steps snapping over the bones of past failures. he looked for scraps of metal, trinkets and machinery for things. he began to find interest in collecting items useful for battle and things alike. and while he wanted to be left alone, the call for battle was too good to ignore when It came from his sister: enyo dunamis.

with rigid steps, the heavy brute went forward with erected ears. his snout leading the way as he finally came into few to see a discarded armor set on the ground and enyo standing to usurp someone named eltrys. his heart thumped, thrilled as adrenaline suddenly filled him, causing muscles to swell and breathing to pick up. all a predatory reaction to the scene he registered, red eyes narrowed and aura defensive. he spotted his family gathering and he took no time to join. his large body coming to sit behind Érebos- his senses as sharp as ever while too hawks of the dunamis flew above & circled over the arena.

zephyros was tense, his scent heavy with aggression indicated within the chemical musk that seeped from his powerhouse body. his body twitching as the tension rose for him, eyes vigilant as he watched with clear vision. his role here was clear. he called out to the patriarch and gene plus whatever else dunamis showed face, speaking in their mother tongue, "προσέξτε για κανένα μουνί. δεν ξέρουμε κανέναν εδώ.(Watch out for any pussies. we dont know anyone here)."


"talk."