holidays bring out cousins you never even knew

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

spoken to prior, Érebos trusted enyo more than anyone in his family. she was reliable, trustworthy and although harder to tolerate than most- she was worth all her difficulty in the end. the warlord was tasked to delivery the next wave, retrieving them in the far north before finally making way here. the journey was one Érebos knew well, so when the trio finally arrived, lavish dens had been made for them. plush pelts laid inside of them along with a canister of clean water. their caretaker amongst other things.. Érebos was keen on their optimal vitality & survival. matters of the health prove important for Érebos who achieved a doctor status in these lands along with being a master fighter. it was all for his clan, they needed to be self sufficient.

so as his eyes finally meet their faces, the patriarch is pleased not to find cowering postures amongst the trio. blue and brown eyes look at Kostas, addressing him firstly as he was higher value in the clan. Érebos does not reciprocate the bow thought his tail stiffens, rising high in authority and dominance as they closed space. a direct one, Érebos wasted no time adjusting them to the status quo- confident that these dunamis knew how their clan in boreas worked. no reprimanding was need yet while he chose to speak English yo them all. "Welcome Kostas." the patriarch then looked over the feminine Eudora. "Welcome, Eudora." his voice is guttural, baritone. it's weight heavy on the air as he stood before them all. he glances to enyo before saying, "Thank you, Enyo." he trusted that she filled them in, reminded them of their duties here. his intense gaze remained on them equally while he stood tall- his frame bulky with muscle and scars as his aura excluded a powerful notion of authority. "I ask you remain here in these parts until I acquire an official pack. But you're more than welcomed to join Insomnia-, a pack owned by my mate." he left it open for their choice, not particularly caring what they'd choose. he just wanted them to remain in tact. "Expect.. party favors placed in your dens. I hope drinks do well to reacquaint us." he offered a brief smile, his dimpled cheek fading after a moment. his exterior was sober, strong and analytical. nothing about Érebos was superficial; his quality radiated off him like a diamond. his presence was oppressive and controlling-, and as observant as he was, Érebos watched them with critical study. taking notes of how they operated and what they said, and more importantly.. what they did not. nothing would get past the brute.


ooc: please know wine bottles one of grape and the other of coffee flavor is placed inside each den. pick your own via next post.


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