IT'S A CHISEL THAT SHAPES YOU

call me evil, I just know what's best for the world

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he smelt them before he heard them-, enyo and royal his brood. hearing a series of snarls and language native to him, the patriarch galloped with robust strength and speed until he came to a sudden stop just before the pair. he watched with blue and brown eyes, his intense gaze landing on the shouting warlord and then flickering to his child. a test, without noting him? had enyo gone fucking mad? already, anger courses through this thick veins at the perception of betrayal- adrenaline changing the chemical makeup in his bodily aroma as he became activated. enyo got too comfortable.

and after he's seen enough, Érebos dunamis comes to stop just before his sister and the boy. he stands with towering height that matches his sister, and for a moment his face shows nothing but resentment in the way he glared at enyo. the patriarch's hackles rise and his tail flags high in air like a banner. and from the pits of rounded girth, a thrumming growl echoes from out his maw as he fumed, his inky nose flaring like a mad bull as his brows furrowed. his lips quiver, curling as he bares the red of gums and larger canines. his body growing more dangerous with each passing moment.

but when he speaks, his deep, nearly daemonic voice seemingly crashes into the atmosphere- shaking the very air between them all. "Now I don't know.." he steps forward, his strong biceps bringing him to pass his smaller son. "if your estrus has influenced you.." he comes closer to enyo now in a deliberate stance of assertion and dominance. "or if you're just insane." he stops now. his body tall above the terrain with massive paws that splay. even in comparison to enyo, erebos was swollen with muscle mass not known to her gender; his bones stout and thicker. his coat denser and his features robust. he would surpass enyo every time-, and he was out of patience.

his aura was oppressive, weighing down with the weight of a ton as his intense gaze never wavered, never left from the face of his daring sister. holding her with the genuine rage of his own- his body twitching with the urge to plunge forward but he refrains for now. his barrel wide chest heaving as he exhales with hot air from his nose, his teeth still bared. "Let me remind you of your place, enyo. I let you have a taste of power- and you turn around & maim my child?" his voice is guttural. his chest continuously heaving as his temper washed over him, his body boiling with the heat of his wrath that came to a climax. a face he didn't show just anyone-, ugly with the way it crinkled with the many spewing lines of rigid flexing. his snout puckered and Érebos held face of a monster. "you will pay for it in blood. the next time you do this, you will pay with your head, woman." he snarled, his words seething past his clenching teeth. he waited for no back talk, for no explanation.. not even a plea. it was enyo and Érebos now and not even the god's could hide her from his iron fist. "Θυμηθείτε αυτό και θυμηθείτε το καλά. Δεν θα είναι ο γιος μου το τέλος σου, θα είμαι εγώ(remember this and remember this well. It will not be my son who is the end of you, it will be me)."

with nothing else said and no cues given, he abruptly leaps towards his sister in an attempt to wrap his muscular arms over her shoulder. he wanted to rip into her as she did his son, aiming to scar her across her chest so could wear it like a badge. she would be made an example of. his anger seared, his growls furious & heavy in the air as his huge body blurred with surprising speed. he aims with his opened maw, his teeth vigorously diving and snapping with brute force- audible knocks with the way he clamped, intending to bite near her jugular & chest area. if she were lucky, he'd miss the girl's windpipe.

érebos vs enyo for minor maim: chest scarring
round: 1/?
age: over 1yr
size: dire wolf
build: heavy
offensive battle accessory: metal claw caps
defensive battle accessory: metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
companion 1: male cooper’s hawk - battle
companion 2: male ferruginous hawk - perception
skills: master fighter & master healer
specialty: beserker


Speech ─ Think