IT'S A CHISEL THAT SHAPES YOU

**powerplay permission from med
Enyo met Hade's lung with precision. She was proud of the fury that burned within him, rage boiling over. Strengthening her nephew was great. But his raw anger could burn as hot as it could; it would never be enough to overpower her—not now, not when he was older. Not ever.

For a boy would grow into a man and he would never understand a woman's wrath. The feminine indignation. A boy could grow into a man but he would never be capable of handling the fury that years of discrimination could cultivate.

Everything about Hades was a testament to Enyo and Erebos' greatness, from the color of his pelt to the metal caps on his teeth.. it had all been done before by her and him. His paws were large, but they could never grow to fill the lasting imprint of the founding Dunamis. Of her.

She took great comfort in knowing that she would forever be better.

Family was where she pulled her strength, but they would always be her greatest competition. It was a wound placed upon her by her own mother, Nike. It was Enyo's wound to rip open every day. Even Erebos, the poultice that he was to the wound, was competition in some way. She could never fall behind only succeed him or remain equal.

Hades was learning, adapting, and improving with each strike, and that was pleasing. She needed to be better, but she also needed to make sure these children would never embarrass her by being mediocre while bearing the Dunamis name.

Hades lunged for her shoulder again, and Enyo allowed him to close the distance. This way, he was within perfect reach. She twisted sharply, and slammed her massive paw into his side like a battering ram. Hades staggered, his momentum faltered just enough for her to assume control. In one fluid motion, Enyo lunge forward her jaws parting wide before she snapped them shut around his shoulder.

Her teeth pierced deep into his flesh and there was a sickening sound of tearing flesh. The noise acted as signal for her to not bite further, exercising restraint. She didn't want to damage the precious muscle underneath but she needed to leave a reminder of who she was. Something for her nephew to look back on and remember.

She held him there for a moment, making sure he felt the full weight of her dominance. Enyo growled, a low rumbling thunder as she made sure her lesson was taught.

Then, she released him. The wound on his shoulder was deep, the blood flowed freely. It was the kind that would leave a lasting scar, the cost of underestimating her.

Enyo loomed over her sweet nephew, her eyes showed no sympathy.

"You fought well for a child. But this is what happens when you let anger control you. Rage without purpose is a weakness. You will remember this. Rage unwielded is a waste. I am the frenzied Dunamis. When it comes to learning how to use it...there is no better teacher than I."

Her nephew had proven he could take a beating, something that would be critical for any teachings Enyo gave. Hades would learn. She would make sure of it.


"SPEECH"
"GREEK"