IT'S A CHISEL THAT SHAPES YOU

***all of enyo's words are in Greek, I'm just too lazy to translate it rn

Enyo's eyes narrowed as she watched the flicker of confusion and hurt that flashed across his face. She could see it in his eyes, the shock, the disbelief. This child was wounded by her words and Enyo felt nothing but disdain for that weakness in him.

Good.

He will get over it just as she had gotten over the verbal daggers thrown at her by Nike. It was all for the better, to strengthen her just as this was to strengthen Hades.

But then, something changed. She saw it. The sorrow morphed into anger. The tightening of his jaw, the fire that began to burn in his eyes. It was anger. She recognized it in an instant, the same fierce, unyielding flames that fueled her own rise. The need to prove them wrong. Good. This was good. If she could open that wound and cause him enough pain to always pull on, he would be fearsome.

Her chest tightened with an unexpected thrill at the sight of it. This was what she wanted. She struck the nerve she needed to, pushing him beyond his soft puppy limits. Forcing him into a rage that would temper him into a blade. The sadness that was painted across his face had now shifted into the fury that had always been her greatest weapon.

Any wounded ego gave way to pride. She had, even if unintentionally, done something that was good in her eyes. But could Hades properly wield it? She watched him launch herself at her, the first real attempt he had made to fight back. His horned helmet slammed into her shoulder, and while it wasn't enough to cause her to stumble, it did hold some promise. Some weight that could be used as a testament to Hades' pedigree. She stood her ground, feeling the sting of his bear claws as they raked across her leg, a sharp pain that made her growl low in her throat.

This was exactly what she wanted.

"You think you're a Dunamis now? You're half mortem little boy. Are you going to show me what side you take after more?" Rage wasn't everything. Medusa had rage, in her own ways. Redrum did too. But were they as controlled and methodical in their release as the Dunamis? "You'll never be one in anyone's eyes till you prove it. Not until you prove you can offer more than just tantrums and tears." Enyo's voice was dripping with mockery as she glared at him. It pleased her more than she cared to admit. To be given such power. To be give the wet clay and able to shape it with her paws as she saw fit. Anger was a tool, a weapon, and if he couldn't harness it he would remain as nothing.

Yet, despite her harsh words there was a flicker of pride buried deep inside her. She would never show it, of course, but she did see the fire in him as spoke to the fire in her. It was the start of something hopefully dangerous, something that could one day make him powerful.

She did not wait for him to respond if she didn't have to; her stance shifted. Her paw moved to slap him again, and she reached to snap her jaws around his scruff. Should she be successful in her grab, she would pick him up and slam him down.



ENYO vs Hades for minor maim (scar on right shoulder)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

"SPEECH"
"GREEK"