Greek Takeover

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

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Érebos Dunamis wasted no time after his discussion with his wife took place. insomnia was swelling, overspilling and active with his young and clan. there needed to be more. enyo sought her own route after receiving his permission-, and now Érebos would take his own claim in the land. being secondary to anything simply.. wasn't enough. like the calculative man he was, he spent a year refining himself for this very moment. he studied day and night, growing hungry for his goal that much more. till he yearned for what he deserved. and he would stop at nothing to obtain it. yet he was not like his sister, enyo. as Érebos' choice was made quietly amongst himself, hidden in the back of his mind for some time now. and his challenge would prove no different- as he did not prefer to shout or beckon his opponent forward. nor was his style to childish tease.

determined and ruthless as his kind usual were, Érebos would make waves through history for his lineage. and if he failed to today, he would try again. his insatiable need for power was overflowing past the brink of his essence- captivating his every move and fiber of existence. Érebos was finally ready.

the dire wolf progressed slowly through the battlefield, his large paws trampling over the grassy plains under the scorching sun. his muscles rippled and danced beneath his obsidian coat as he proceeded forth; his wet nares flaring like a bull as he found a higher mound to stand upon. and it was here that Érebos would briefly call out for Basilisk, the armada warlord. a pack challenge and a shot at one of the largest societies- he did not choose his decision hastily. deliberate with his audacity and intelligent enough to aim at a goal worthwhile, Érebos awaited with vigilant eyes and his two hawks high in the air.




Érebos Vs Basilisk for Pack Challenge
Round 0/?
Height: 45”
Build: Heavy





Speech ─ Think