Greek Takeover

Enyo would arrive, her eyes sweeping over the Battlefield. So many fights and so many spars here. This was a place of relief, a place of glory and improvement. However, today, it was tainted with fear. The same tired faces etched with sour distrust. Change, no matter how desperately it was needed, was something that these creatures clung to with desperate resistance. She'd seen it before and heard tales of such things from the Elders back home. Fear and hostility. Hesitation to act would be the death of them. She watched the arrival of what was possibly one of the largest wolves she had ever laid eyes on. Erebros was ambitious, but even she knew, the larger the opponent, the heavier the body. There was no lack of faith in her brother.

Had she been weaker and untrained, she might have understood that fear. But as she looked across their wary faces, she was grateful to have been tempered by the fires of Dunamis. Too bad. The weak will always dread what they cannot defend against, Nike's voice echoed in her head. All that suffering was not for nothing. Her family were weapons; today, they would finally live up to their purpose.

Quietly she walked to where the other Dunamis resided, her eyes brushing over Epimethius and how closely he was to Gene... Was that his tail touching? Her eyes looked down, not betraying the sense of disgust. Gene wouldn't dare disgrace the Dunamis in a moment like this, now would he? Her icy gaze washed over her younger brother, a warning in itself.

Enyo heard Zephyros command Epi to move, and she paid no mind. The dog shouldn't be so close anyways. He would never be one of them. She looked at Epi expectantly, as if waiting on him to obey before she turned her attention to the fight at hand.

Enyo would be quiet. Waiting for the scene to unfold.

"SPEECH"