THERE AINT NO REST FOR THE WICKED

USING LIQUID TIME, THIS IS HAPPENING PRIOR TO THE PACK CHALLENGES. SPECIFICALLY A FEW DAYS BEFORE THEY HAPPEN. EREBROS AND ENYO ARE IN PREPARATION.


Enyo moved with purpose as she led her cousins through the lands. The willows were in the distance, not too far now. Her armored figure cut an unmistakable silhouette against their surroundings, the crimson hue of the sky reflecting off her armor and casting an eerie red glow to her. Despite their conversation, Enyo's eyes scanned the terrain ahead even as her falcon and owl scouted.

Eudora and Kostas, wolves she had never met outside hellos and goodbyes. However, to Enyo, they were Dunamis and all Dunamis were family. For her, there would be no room for awkward first interactions. There be no ice to break, family was familiar. Especially within these two, Kostas and his fresh aroma and Eudora with her rich lavish scent. Both of them looked every bit of the Dunamis stand. Their striking appearances stirred a sense of pride within Enyo. They were testaments to the family's elegance and superiority. Even Eudora was a pleasant surprise with her curvy yet powerful form.

Enyo would continue their conversation, having swept past introductions a while ago. "Το πορφυρό δεν είναι τυχαίο. Περίεργα πράγματα συμβαίνουν βόρεια, θηράματα ζώα ακανόνιστα και λαγούμια μέχρι να αιμορραγήσουν. Ακόμη χειρότερα, μερικοί έχουν αλλοιώσεις στη σάρκα τους. Τα στομάχια τους γέμισαν βρωμιά και σκουλήκια. Ούτε το κανονικό είδος. Το είδος που ξεπήδησε από σάρκα και ζωντανό."

Her eyes flicked briefly to Kostas and then Eudora, gauging their reactions before continuing. "Η γη τρέμει επειδή υπάρχουν πράγματα κάτω από αυτήν. Μεγάλα σκουλήκια, μεγαλύτερα από οτιδήποτε είχα δει ποτέ. Πολλοί λύκοι πέθαναν και πολλοί περισσότεροι πέθαναν." She paused, her gaze shifting to the trees ahead where the faint outlines of her bird could be seen, "Ο Erebros και εγώ παραμένουμε σε εγρήγορση και κυρίως προσαρμόσιμοι. Τόσο ο Erebros όσο και εγώ πρόκειται να προκαλέσουμε για πακέτα. Οι κατακτήσεις μας θα εδραιώσουν την κληρονομιά μας."

Slowing her pace slightly, she turned to look at the two siblings, "Και εσύ" she said as her piercing gaze fell upon them each, "είναι εδώ για να βεβαιωθούν ότι η κληρονομιά θα διαρκέσει. Για να το διατηρήσετε. Να υποστηρίξουμε την κατάκτησή μας. Είμαστε οι Dunamis. Παραπαίουμε. Δεν λυγίζουμε."

Up ahead the willows parted slightly marking their arrival to the correct lands. Deeper into the forest would be Erebros. Only a few more minutes and they would arrive.

UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD

"GREEK"
"SPEECH"

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their journey was long but finally amongst the warlord, time seemed to pass quicker. tireless and without sweat, the dire wolf strode though with confidence steps. heavy deliberate paws making the their over the terrain, carrying forth the golden boy. he walked alongside his dearest sister, Eudora. and before them stood the ever mighty enyo. rumors sailed far down to the south where their extended family laid. marriage, puppies.. his mind wondered why the head patriarch in Cyprus sent him before anyone else. his sister was an obvious choice, but him? his eyes flicker over Enyo's taut flanks with only a millisecond of cleaning curiosity burning forth; hidden from his judgmental sister for now. he clears his throat, glancing to the right as he looked over their surrounds. his ears swiveling atop his crown as the dunamis male awaited for their journey to end.

to keep them busy, enyo spoke aloud to the pair. Kostas received it well, his face empty of emotional cues but his head gave way to a silent nod before saying, "Αν μου επιτρέπεται.. γιατί εδώ από όλα τα μέρη; Αν είναι τόσο αρρωστημένο όσο λες, δεν πρέπει να εκκενώσουμε;(If I may.. why here of all places? If it's as sickly as you say, shouldn't we evacuate?)" he watches the warlord, eyes unwavering as they glistened, intending to hold Enyo's face for a moment in patience waiting.

after some moments, it's then they come across the hulking form of Érebos in the flesh. all the monochrome male's endeavors lead them here. it was said the wolf held a strong footing in the land of boreas. and now both he and his littermate enyo went for packs; only two options remained.. either both would win their packs, or one. it would be an inevitable win regardless. after all, it is all the dunamis could do. win.

upon the sight of Érebos, Kostas bowed for a moment before speaking. slowly, he'd rise with expectant eyes. looking over the patriarch of boreas with a neutral face. skimming over the new scars over his back and chest-, Érebos had been busy. he smelt of various wolves yet most had been relatives of his. yet an unmissable stench littered him in intimate ways. could it be the wife they heard of back home? "Πατριάρχου Βορέα Έρεβος. Σας παρακαλώ να σας δούμε άλλη μια φορά.(Patriarch of Boreas, Érebos. Pleasure to see you again)."



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Eudora knew her brother well. While his stoic expression was typical of one he always wore, she knew it was to also keep her out. Out of his head, his thoughts, and all of his initial reactions. Was he so tired of her complaining already? It nearly made her snicker every time she glanced over and up toward his sleek facial features. Ah, he was trying so hard! Would Enyo find him droll and boring, humorless? Her smirks lingers only for a moment though, rudely disrupted by her paw stepping into a rut of mud that squelched between her toes.

"Eugh, truly, Enyo, why here? It's so drab," Eudora's accented tone drawls, her lips crinkling in disgust as she lifts said paw and shakes off the mud as best as she can. She'll soon need to find a companion to help take care of her luxurious fur. What were the Elders thinking? What secrets were these lands hiding? Did the Elders know about the foreboding red skies and dangerous worm monsters? Were said worm monsters hiding something the Elders wanted? Her gaze cuts between Enyo and Kostas, thinking, calculating, watching as she always did. Judging too, don't forget that!

Her lips clamp shut as they sweep through the willows and finally approach that of Erebos. Coming to a stop shoulder to shoulder with her brother, Eudora sees now how small she is among these titans. Not that she was tiny by any means, 40" was still rather tall compared to most, but to them? She was the dainty one and that was okay by her.

Sweeping her head down into a formal bow, one paw (the clean one, thank you) reached forward so that her nose may trail along it before rising once more. Meeting Erebos' gaze, she's doesn't shrink, doesn't falter, doesn't show weakness. Even if he were the Patriarch, it did not mean she would cower in his shadow. "The pleasure is ours," she smiles sweetly, a hint of darkness lingering on the edges. For now, she would hold her tongue, wait to show their cousins her true nature once they had become more comfortable with each other. It wouldn't do to make bad first impressions.

Eudora Dunamis
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I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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spoken to prior, Érebos trusted enyo more than anyone in his family. she was reliable, trustworthy and although harder to tolerate than most- she was worth all her difficulty in the end. the warlord was tasked to delivery the next wave, retrieving them in the far north before finally making way here. the journey was one Érebos knew well, so when the trio finally arrived, lavish dens had been made for them. plush pelts laid inside of them along with a canister of clean water. their caretaker amongst other things.. Érebos was keen on their optimal vitality & survival. matters of the health prove important for Érebos who achieved a doctor status in these lands along with being a master fighter. it was all for his clan, they needed to be self sufficient.

so as his eyes finally meet their faces, the patriarch is pleased not to find cowering postures amongst the trio. blue and brown eyes look at Kostas, addressing him firstly as he was higher value in the clan. Érebos does not reciprocate the bow thought his tail stiffens, rising high in authority and dominance as they closed space. a direct one, Érebos wasted no time adjusting them to the status quo- confident that these dunamis knew how their clan in boreas worked. no reprimanding was need yet while he chose to speak English yo them all. "Welcome Kostas." the patriarch then looked over the feminine Eudora. "Welcome, Eudora." his voice is guttural, baritone. it's weight heavy on the air as he stood before them all. he glances to enyo before saying, "Thank you, Enyo." he trusted that she filled them in, reminded them of their duties here. his intense gaze remained on them equally while he stood tall- his frame bulky with muscle and scars as his aura excluded a powerful notion of authority. "I ask you remain here in these parts until I acquire an official pack. But you're more than welcomed to join Insomnia-, a pack owned by my mate." he left it open for their choice, not particularly caring what they'd choose. he just wanted them to remain in tact. "Expect.. party favors placed in your dens. I hope drinks do well to reacquaint us." he offered a brief smile, his dimpled cheek fading after a moment. his exterior was sober, strong and analytical. nothing about Érebos was superficial; his quality radiated off him like a diamond. his presence was oppressive and controlling-, and as observant as he was, Érebos watched them with critical study. taking notes of how they operated and what they said, and more importantly.. what they did not. nothing would get past the brute.


ooc: please know wine bottles one of grape and the other of coffee flavor is placed inside each den. pick your own via next post.


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THERE AINT NO REST FOR THE WICKED

An icy gaze flickered toward Kostas as he posed his question. Her expression was unwavering, and her voice cut through the gentle whispers of the willows. "Γιατί εδώ;" she repeated, her tone velvety but edged with a sharpness, "Επειδή αυτή η γη είναι ώριμη για την αρπαγή. Εάν μερικά σκουλήκια και ένας κατακόκκινος ουρανός είναι αρκετά για να σας κάνουν να αμφισβητήσετε την αποστολή των πρεσβυτέρων και την αξία των εδαφών, τότε ίσως πρέπει να επανεκτιμήσετε το θάρρος σας. Ξαδέρφη."

As they were nearing Erebros she took another moment for face Kostas, her eyes piercing and intense "Τα σκουλήκια επίσης θα περάσουν. Τίποτα δεν διαρκεί για πάντα. Όχι οι δονήσεις, όχι οι παράξενες θλίψεις. Και όταν το κάνουν, ο Βορέας θα σταθεί. Αλλά οι Dunamis θα αντέξουν." her lips curled into a proud smirk, "Αυτή η γη είναι γη Dunamis και δεν διστάζουμε να διεκδικήσουμε αυτό που είναι δικό μας."

That would be enough on that topic for now. Her eyes then moved to Eudora and her ears flicked at the she-wolf. Her cousins disdain for the mud hadn't escaped Enyo's notice though today she chose not to address it directly. Instead, she focused on what mattered.

"Οι Πρεσβύτεροι σας έστειλαν εδώ για κάποιο λόγο και περιμένω να ανταποκριθείτε στις προσδοκίες τους. Υπερβείτε το πρότυπο Dunamis." There was no room for mediocrity here.

As they approached the densite, Erebros came into view. His imposing figure a familiar source of reassurance and authority. Enyo dipped her head briefly, a subtle acknowledgment of her brother's presence. She stood silently as he addressed Kostas and Eudora. When Erebros glanced her way she met his gaze with the same confidence upon his own maw.

"Φυσικά, αδερφέ." she replied simply. She knew Erebros had no patience for incompetence and she was even less forgiving for those who didn't meet her standards. Dunamis were Gods.

She allowed herself a small smile as Erebros spoke of drinks and reacquainting themselves. Would they be so lucky to drink heavily tonight? Enyo was never one to turn down a celebration, especially one hosted by her own. Despite the challenges that loomed before them, there was a deep satisfaction in seeing the Dunamis in action. In seeing them come in waves and spread through the land plentiful and fast like mustard seeds.

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"GREEK"
"SPEECH"

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he just knew his snobby sister played on his insecurities. she got under his skin like no one else could. he hoped she wouldn't mess this up for him; his chance to prove himself in a new land. she'd keep quiet about his embarrassing drunk stories, right? he clenched his jaw, masking his fret perfectly as he continued behind the warlord and beside his almost snickering sister.

enyo mentioned then that if they felt threatened by this land, then maybe they weren't fit for this mission. quickly, Kostas chimed in, "Να είστε βέβαιοι ότι είμαστε κατάλληλοι για αυτό. Θα ξεπεράσουμε τις προσδοκίες. Εγώ και η Ευδώρα(Rest assured we are fit for this. We will exceed the expectations. Me and Eudora)." and that was the truth; these cunning twins were good in their arts, though vastly different. in a sense, Kostas was excited to rise to the top. and he knew Eudora was too.

when eudora steps in mud, he sighed, disgusted with it as she shakes. he growls softly before saying, "Πρόσεχέ με(watch out for me).." but it seems their complaints were cut short by the edgy voice of enyo. yet again, she speaks of honor.. duty.. the shit he already knew after hearing years of it being sputtered from elders with wine scented breath. he refused the initial urge to roll his eyes, giving a nod of abidance instead to enyo.

as Kostas and Eudora remain before Érebos now, the brute listens to his rather deep voice. understanding it with a stoic face before he gives another nod of mindless compliance. he knew the structure of his family well. he expected it to be no different from Cyprus. but his attention is pulled at the sound of drinks- it giving way to a slow wag from his tail and a quirk of his left brow. he didn't know Érebos was fun! "How considerate of you, Érebos. I am grateful for the warm welcome and efforts." kpstas spoke genuinely, appreciating the homecoming. with that, he went to his den, walking to the left one behind Érebos as he sniffed- making himself accustomed to it by scent and visuals. he looked then at the rather large wine bottle placed upon soft pelts, smiling at the elegant taste Érebos clearly had.



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When Erebos addresses them, Eudora forgets about silently torturing her brother. The embarrassment would surely come later, she had no doubt in that. It doesn't help that when Erebos speaks her name, a visceral shiver runs down her spine, warming her belly, and drying her mouth. Not that she was used to deep baritones of masculine prowess, but his seemed different. That of a true Patriarch.

Pushing it aside as she follows, her eyes widen in excitement as he shows them to carefully crafted and stocked dens. Had the Elders informed Erebos and Enyo of their likes, wants, and needs? Or had he simply guessed correctly? A gleeful smile licks her latte-colored lips as she looks to Erebos. "We appreciate the generosity, Patriarch," her warms tones take on a sultry note as she steps forward toward the dens and favors. A nice, stiff drink was something she hadn't had in awhile and looked forward to.

Before moves to accept her bottle of delicious coffee flavored wine, Eudora looks to the other three. "Enyo, will you be joining us?" A subtle raise of her brow as her gaze lingers on the female before looking from her brother and lastly to Erebos. She didn't expect the Patriarch to linger for surely he was busy, but she would appreciate company other than her twin's - he could be quite the party pooper from time to time!

"It would be good if we got to know each other better in a more personal setting," Eudora purrs, her smile staying upon her features before she moves to get comfortable and begin to unwind. "Surely we can be politicians and leaders and the like tomorrow, no?" She speaks sweetly, batting her lashes at the masculine trio who surely could not say no to such a pretty lady. Right?

Eudora Dunamis
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