Greek Takeover

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

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Many gathered around before the armada leader showed up. It was clear to see who supported him and it was clear to see those who did not. Some neutral parties lingering in the back as wolves crowded around. Many the Dunamis patriarch did not know personally. Erebos was the standing embodiment of new blood that sought to blend and convert the land of boreas. To dominate and stake claim. This was all just.. A part of the process.

Blue and brown eyes trickled over the many faces as he stared with a hardened gaze. Emotionless, stoic and guarded was all the seeped from his features- he was impossible to read. His strong gaze unwavering as he stood like an unmovable wall poised over the grassy mound.

The look on all their faces amused him internally-, perhaps some really did let 15 more inches determine authority. Did basilisk fight for the armada? Surely he must’ve fought and won many times over to earn such a gawking crowd of lesser fans that idolized this warlord of the north. And what a shame that was.. Even more so when they opposed the natural ebb & flow of change. Seasons changed and this time, basilisk fatalis with it. It wasn’t personal- it was necessary.

With the advantage of the mound, erebos sees the titan of a wolf come before they are within 10 feet of distance. His eyes narrow, seeing basilisk’s falcon in the air and the miniature reindeer accompanying the armada leader. His eyes study the size of basilisk and their mutations as they came closer, but basilisk’s size did nothing to deter erebos in any way.


fight begins
Instead, erebos begins to descend from the higher mound. Once on even ground, erebos took a deliberate stance: his toes pressed into the ground, splayed as his nails dug into the terrain for improved traction. His ears flattened and his tail tailored behind him like a plank for optimal balance. His fur bristled and his weight was centered for evenly distributed support. His knees bent slightly as his chin tucked. Adrenaline flooded him and his muscles swelled with blood flow and oxygen-, his entire body ready for action.

With narrowed eyes, he saw the reindeer split off from basilisk’s side and circling around to the far left of erebos. The reindeer charged, trying to approach erebos’ left hind leg in a perpendicular angle. But as the reindeer proceeds closer with about 13 feet from erebos, the dunamis male abruptly moves his strong arms with sudden bursts of speed as he bolts away and outward to his own right. Easily dodging the reindeer entirely and all its attempted attacks before it could even touch his body as he was no longer in direct path to the reindeer.

While erebos gallops even farther out to his own right with accelerating speed, the dunamis male focuses on the angle of basilisk while erebos’s hawks flew closely in tow- his smaller hawk closer to the ground as it flew on erebos’ right side while his larger hawk flew on his left, high in the air with eyes on basilisk's falcon. Within 10 feet now of the armada leader, erebos surged forward with hiking gallops in an attempt to correct the angle of which basilisk charged in by charging more to his own right increasingly. Smaller than basilisk, erebos was fast. With a sudden sharp turn inwards to his own left and basilisk’s following left side, erebos’ claws dug into the earth to support such an abrupt change of direction as he then bolted and aimed towards basilisk’s left side torso area with an intersecting angle. During this time, erebos' smaller hawk swooped closer down to erebos’ right as it attempted to swoop down near basilisk’s left ear- attempting to tear off the apex of the ear aggressively with both sets of talons.

With centered weight and good traction, erebos then launched upward to lift his frontal body and forearms off the ground while he attempted to hit basilisk’s left lower rib cage with his own left bulky shoulder. Specifically aiming for basilisk’s external abdominal oblique muscle that sat atop the rib cage bones- attempting to break one of basilisk's ribs with such a forced collision; aiming to lean into the attack for a harsher landing & increasing severity.

erebos and basilisk then met in a fierce slamming of bodies, causing erebos to fully bare his teeth in preparation for his next attempted attack. The impact of basilisk's left shoulder then lands a moderate contusion to erebos' left trapezius and soon after, erebos felt basilisk's single elongated left upper canine lightly scratch his own left gluteus medius muscle. Adrenaline does well to filter the pain out mostly as he pushes through it, quickly aiming with his mouth to bite into basilisk’s lumbo-dorsal fascia where many nerve endings and connective tissue to larger muscle groups lay. His canines attempted to pierce into the flesh there with eager force before then clamping down with deliberately increased force and vigorously tugging with the assistance of gravity as his frontal body and forearms came back down from his previous rise. Erebos attempted to tear through the lumbo-dorsal fascia, aiming to decrease basilisk's mobility.



Érebos Vs Basilisk for Pack Challenge
Round 1/2
Height: 45”
Build: Heavy

Speech ─ Think