What is it you truly want?

É R E B O S .
Eudora was reputed to be fine with words. too fine. like a siren who played on songs, pretty as gold. after all, she was Kostas' sister. and even Kostas was said to be as cunning as a feline; stealthy and devious. it seemed to be a theme for this particular faction. but alas, snakes would not last here under his reign; he was happy to sever them by the head. widow was one of these snakes: batting lashes and smiling at him as if he had been safe with her. was this sweetly smile from Eudora Dunamis one to despise of as well? "Like it? I suppose." his reply was vague but not purposefully.

sighing, he relaxed some next to her. her perfume was delicious but even that did not startle his train of thought. his eyes were hardened and something within them showed his wisdom. a quiet if not calm deeply rooted sense of control seeped from his aura. he was a stable force to be acknowledged, that was inevitable. although Érebos did not walk about warning other's of his relentless seize,.. it instead could be felt. like a waving pressure that never let up. "What do you plan to do here?" straight to the point, intending to pin the siren upon her head, to the ground & out of her water. take them out their element. "What ideas do you have." less of a question, his tone was deep and heavy while his eyes finally flickered to her beautiful face. he stared deliberately into her dual colored pools of blue, his questions remaining stiff on the breeze.

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