Ladies Night!

Enyo settled into the warm embrace of the hot spring, her massive frame sinking slowly into the mineral-rich water. The soothing heat enveloped her aching muscles, offering a rare moment of respite. Steam rose around her and escaped through the privacy of the green trees. Above, the crimson hue of the setting sun reflected off the surface of the water, casting a soft red glow across her piebald coat. The unusual red sky no longer unsettled her, she had grown accustomed to the ominous light that had accompanied the strange tremors and shifting lands.

Her armor lay discarded beside the spring, gleaming faintly in the fading light. Enyo allowed herself a small but deep grumble of relief, relishing the indulgence of this moment. The minerals in the water cleansed through her dense fur, returning it to pristine condition even after long hunts and bloodshed. Her body was something she took immense pride in. She had always been meticulous about her appearance, despite the scars and brutality she often displayed on the battlefield.

Her gaze softened as she stared out across the landscape. The hot springs were nestled within the eastern forest. The half-moon crescents were plentiful. The water was clear, almost shimmering with a silvery-blue tint that mirrored her own piercing eyes. Enyo's mismatched gaze flicked toward her companions, Foberos and the other birds perched in the nearby trees. They remained vigilant, their sharp eyes scanning the horizon, always alert for any signs of danger.

Enyo appreciated their loyalty and unwavering dedication to her. She never had to worry about threats creeping up on her, not with them keeping watch. It allowed her to fully sink into the water, her large, broad shoulders disappearing beneath the surface as she leaned her head back. Her smaller, sharp ears twitched occasionally at the distant rustling of leaves or the birds’ quiet, intermittent calls.

Her mind wandered briefly, a fleeting thought of her brothers passing through, particularly Erebros. His suggestion to take care of her body after her intense fight with Redrum, though she would never openly admit the wisdom of it. She allowed herself this moment of surrender. Of care, because even she knew the importance of maintaining her strength. Her body was her weapon, her greatest asset.

As much as she craved power and respect, she indulged in moments like this, basking in the luxury of the warm water, the cool air on her skin, and the quiet solitude that surrounded her. Despite her relaxed state, her mind would never have the pleasure of being empty. The Dunamis were always thinking, always plotting, and she was no exception. Relaxation, after all, was just another strategy to fortify herself for the challenges ahead.


"SPEECH"