(nyx edit- changing land to the boneyard, changing rounds to 0/?)

Enyo strode into the Boneyard, her form casting a long shadow over the blood-soaked earth. The sky above glowed an ominous crimson, a perfect reflection of the storm within her. This was where the stories of her strength would be carved, not with whispered praise but with the crush of bone and the splatter of blood. This was what she was born for, what her name demanded of her. Destruction.

She wore her daedric armor, each piece gleaming darkly under the crimson sky. It hugged her muscular frame, accentuating every powerful contour of her body. Her sharp-eyed sentinels of the sky circled above, ready to relay every move, every flicker of movement from the assembled crowd. Nothing would be missed.

Stopping in the center of the Boneyard, Enyo raised her head high, her icy eyes scanning the land. She was a titan among mortals, and she would prove it today. With slow, deliberate movements she unfastened the straps of her armor. Each piece fell to the ground with a dull, final thud. She would not rely on the weight of metal to protect her. This victory would be earned in flesh and blood. Her form was still as formidable as ever.

Raw.

Powerful.

Unyielding.

Next, she brought her head down, clamping her jaws onto the protective caps covering her teeth. One by one, she tore them off and spat them aside, each clink echoing in the heavy air. She stood now as she was meant to be, naked of adornment. Bare and ready to fight with every inch of herself.

A true warrior.

Her head tilted back, and a howl ripped from her throat. A terrifying, powerful sound that echoed through the plains, rattling the stones and carrying over the blood-stained ponds. It was a challenge and a promise, a roar that declared her dominance and her unbreakable will. A proclamation.

“Eltrys!” she bellowed, her voice thick and commanding, vibrating with raw intent. "Come forth. Face me."

Her tail flicked, her muscles coiled with anticipation, and her eyes blazed with a hunger for victory. She would show them all what it meant to be Enyo the Goddess of War, the Dragon of Dunamis.

Enyo stood her ground, muscles taut and ready, as she awaited Eltrys’ response to her challenge. This was a critical moment, she could not afford to underestimate the strength of her opponent.

As she prepared her defenses, Enyo shifted her weight, lowering her center of gravity to enhance her stability. She positioned her powerful limbs wide apart, ready to spring into action. Her left ear twitched, attuned to the slightest sounds.

She would expect some words but she would prepare for action.





"SPEECH"

Enyo Vs Eltrys for Pack Challenge
Round 0/?
Height: 45”
Build: Heavy

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

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in the midst of his walk along the battlefield, the dire wolf galloped thunderously upon the terrain. his massive paws pounded on the ground like a heartbeat. the heat of the sun on his obsidian back as he marched with flaring wet nares, his rounded girth swinging with the momentum of his proceed. dual toned eyes searching for a fight to sharpen his skills, gaze hungry and intense. but he's suddenly taken off his course as he hears Enyo's howl filter through the air. a loud call then followed by a roar for eltrys. her choice was surprising to say the least- but pleasant on his ears.

he came then, heeding her call with quickness and eagerness. coming to see his sister standing there without her amor as she stood in a ready stance. a part of Érebos was proud to see his littermate stir such commotion, targeting the noble headache he'd known a few months back. impartial enough not to care and in fact quite happy with the challenge she initiated. enyo would be rewarded for her efforts, staking her claim before the rest while Érebos quietly acquired insomnia under his own belt. she was never one to wait, after all.

what a pleasant birthday gift really-, as the dunamis patriarch came to sit himself along the sidelines- senses vigilant as he awaited for the others to show. "Take what is yours, Enyo Dunamis." he cackled with a deep voice booming across the arena as he sat, itching for blood to be drawn and the amusement to be had. he knew who would win here today. "νικήστε τους(defeat them)."



Speech ─ Think

Made for Alo by Skelle !

He knew what was to come, he just didn’t know when. Enyo would claim a home for the Dunamis, a place for them to grow without being restricted by the growing numbers within Insomnia as Medusa nursed pups that belonged to Erebos. Genesis was undecided in the matter, uncertain whether or not he’d rather stay in Insomnia if allowed or to follow his elder sister and settle under her rule. Whose rule would be easiest to sit under? Erebos was no cake walk, and part of him doubted Enyo would be any different.

Her call rang out and he sighed- not in annoyance or anything of the like, aside from the minor inconvenience of having to walk that far at least. It was a knowing sigh- there was no doubt that Enyo would win against this stranger, but then again, he didn’t even know who this stranger was. He wanted to have faith in her, but he certainly hoped that she’d done her research was was targeting a weaker opponent. Was it like Enyo to challenge someone weaker than her though, knowing that she would win, or more like her to challenge someone of potentially similar status just to prove and grow her ego?

It didn’t take him long to arrive, noting that Erebos had already found his place on the side. It was only him for now, but others were soon to arrive he was sure. How he made it before them was a mystery, but not one he would ponder on too long as he took a seat next to Erebos before laying comfortably on the ground, relaxed with a paw curled under itself. Confident in his own way- he didn’t need to puff out his chest and assume a posture- cocky. ”May this be a quick and easy battle, perhaps they’ll even forfeit when they meet her strength,” he thought out loud with a smirk with an amused tone. But what fun was a forfeit? He came to see blood.

Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

The sound cut through the silence like a blade, a howl so fierce and potent that it jolted Redrum from the battle he was currently engaged in. A lone male had answered his call, but the fight had been deeply dissatisfying, a dull encounter with none of the thrill he'd sought. His ears pinned back, twitching with recognition as the voice echoed in the distance, resonant and unmistakable. Enyo.

A flicker of hunger flashed in his eyes, and in a swift, unrestrained motion, Redrum snapped at his opponent’s throat, his jaws clamping down with brutal force. He held the smaller brute until the resistance faded, the body going slack beneath him—not dead, but left in a bruised, bloody, unconscious heap. There was no need for the kill; his attention had already shifted to the voice that hung in the air, laced with a promise of further bloodshed.

Without hesitation, Redrum began to move, a sauntering, tense stride as he followed the call. The path to the Boneyard was laden with the evidence of past battles, but none held his attention in this moment. The scent of old blood, blending with the metallic tang still lingering on his tongue, welcomed him.

And there she was. Bathed in a glow of crimson light, Enyo stood like a force of nature. Armor shed to the ground, her weaponry cast aside it seemed—a declaration that she needed nothing but herself to conquer. This he understood, he had done the same when an opponent faced him with nothing but their teeth and claws. Redrum halted at the edge of the clearing, a silent watcher in the periphery of the gathering, though his red coat was unmistakable. His gaze burned with an intensity that bordered on reverence, his breathing steady as he took in the sight before him. The dark urge within him stirred, twisting and coiling like a serpent, but he held back, noticing her kin to gather in support, though his focus remained solely on her, captivated by the sight of Enyo stripped bare, ready to stake her claim through flesh and fury alone.

Slowly, the crimson brute advanced, positioning himself on the outskirts of her supporters, though keeping his distance. He wanted her to know he was there, his consuming gaze locked onto her with a mix of subtle admiration and something darker, something hungry. Settling in, he readied himself for the inevitable clash, his senses alert, his pulse thrumming with anticipation. This, he knew, was a battle worth watching, one that would leave scars on the earth itself. The grin that cut across his face was one of a deeply unsettling nature, but it was the best show of amusement the brute could manage between his twitching jaw and bloody lips.


"Murder"

The call reached Epimethius's ears, and with a snap of his head and flick of his ears forward he let out a doggish grin. Enyo. A subtle flicker of admiration clung to his gaze as he realized what she was calling for, he felt the excitement coursing through his veins as he began to trudge his way over. The scent of gore clung to this land, it spoke of promises made and broken, of battles lost and one, and of lives taken and just beginning. He shook his body out as he neared the growing group, dipping his head towards Enyo in clear respect and submission. He looked to the group that was gathering and a flicker of recognition settled in his eyes as he found his gaze drawn to the lithe form of Genesis. Before walking to Genesis's side he offered a nod to the other two males that had made their way here, he could smell the pack that Enyo resided in heavy on them all. One looked slightly eerie, but the red brute was far enough away that Epimethius did not think much more of it. If Enyo knew them then Epimethius would not judge them, no matter how they seemed. Enyo knew strength, and it seemed to surround her in every way. He stretched languidly as he reached Genesis's side, offering the male a small smile. His feelings now weren't as big a matter, but he couldn't resist coming to the brute's side. Especially since he could not be at Enyo's hip today. His gaze struck back onto Enyo, he had no doubts she would win today. She was a picture of brute strength, complete and utter determination, and something else that was uniquely her. He knew even if she did manage to get beat today, Enyo would not give up. He respected her, and there was good reason for him too. He wouldn't say anything to Enyo, no banter or compliments or anything. He knew that she would know he believed in her, she had in better or worse terms become the person he looked up to. In the way, a dog loves a master, in the way they offer all their loyalty and trust on a silver platter. Nothing more, nothing less. "Talk"