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The red sun dipped below the horizon and casted soft shadows through the willows. The air was cool, a breeze gently finding its way through the trees. Kissing the cheeks of all those fortunate enough to feel it. The smell of damp earth mixed with an intoxicating blend of roasted meat and the rich aroma of wine and liquor. The flickering candlelight reflected off the trees, creating an almost magical atmosphere. Enyo had set this up herself, meticulously crafting a celebration that was both festive and intimate.

Just the way she liked it.

It was her and Erebros' third birthday. Their cousins Eudora and Kostas were also celebrating their second birthday. Such an occasion deserved something special and Enyo wasn't one to hold back. Her fur was groomed to perfection, every strand of it shining in the low light. She carried herself with grace, a regal air surrounding her that was unmistakable. Her scent was rich and intoxicating but still bearing the subtle allure of her heat. It all lingered in the air, enhancing the ambiance in a way that was deliberate.

She had thought of everything.

Liquor and wines from home had been delivered via birds, arriving days before the party. The elders were generous. Greeks loved a good celebration. There was bottle of fine wine that reflected the light of the roasting fire. Enyo had dipped the bottles in the cool water that ran through the willows so that the breeze could help chill them yet even more. Enyo had already started, a bowl of wine at her paws. She savored the full-bodied taste of the sweet red. Her lips parted with a soft smile as she lapped at the rich drink, its warmth spread through her. Igniting her desire for the evening. She enjoyed the feeling of being tipsy, and reveled in being absolutely drunk. Some had come and joined in with Enyo on the drinking. Others had just began to arrive.

The Dunamis Warlord had even caught a deer which was roasting over the fire. Its rich scent filled the air as the flames crackled beneath the dripping juices. Bellatrix's suggestion of smoking meat for flavor had sparked an idea in Enyo ever since. Curious to see how it would turn out, she decided to experiment today.

Her laughter came easily now, rich and low. There was something almost romantic about the soft glow of candlelight. The flicker of the flames made Enyo feel as if the world outside had faded. Leaving only this small secluded piece of bliss she had created. She was surrounded by family, by warmth, by the gentle murmur of celebration.

JUST TOUCH ME BABY, I DONT WANNA BE SAD

"GREEK"
"SPEECH"