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dunamis birthday party
Berserker
The red sun dipped below the horizon and casted soft shadows through the willows. The air was cool, a breeze gently finding its way through the trees. Kissing the cheeks of all those fortunate enough to feel it. The smell of damp earth mixed with an intoxicating blend of roasted meat and the rich aroma of wine and liquor. The flickering candlelight reflected off the trees, creating an almost magical atmosphere. Enyo had set this up herself, meticulously crafting a celebration that was both festive and intimate.
Just the way she liked it.
It was her and Erebros' third birthday. Their cousins Eudora and Kostas were also celebrating their second birthday. Such an occasion deserved something special and Enyo wasn't one to hold back. Her fur was groomed to perfection, every strand of it shining in the low light. She carried herself with grace, a regal air surrounding her that was unmistakable. Her scent was rich and intoxicating but still bearing the subtle allure of her heat. It all lingered in the air, enhancing the ambiance in a way that was deliberate.
She had thought of everything.
Liquor and wines from home had been delivered via birds, arriving days before the party. The elders were generous. Greeks loved a good celebration. There was bottle of fine wine that reflected the light of the roasting fire. Enyo had dipped the bottles in the cool water that ran through the willows so that the breeze could help chill them yet even more. Enyo had already started, a bowl of wine at her paws. She savored the full-bodied taste of the sweet red. Her lips parted with a soft smile as she lapped at the rich drink, its warmth spread through her. Igniting her desire for the evening. She enjoyed the feeling of being tipsy, and reveled in being absolutely drunk. Some had come and joined in with Enyo on the drinking. Others had just began to arrive.
The Dunamis Warlord had even caught a deer which was roasting over the fire. Its rich scent filled the air as the flames crackled beneath the dripping juices. Bellatrix's suggestion of smoking meat for flavor had sparked an idea in Enyo ever since. Curious to see how it would turn out, she decided to experiment today.
Her laughter came easily now, rich and low. There was something almost romantic about the soft glow of candlelight. The flicker of the flames made Enyo feel as if the world outside had faded. Leaving only this small secluded piece of bliss she had created. She was surrounded by family, by warmth, by the gentle murmur of celebration.
"GREEK"
"SPEECH"
ENYO IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES! SHE OFTEN DEALS WITH SEXUAL THEMES, VIOLENCE, GORE, AND ABUSE.
Enyo's companions Foberos, a large peregrine falcon, & Atromitos, a large snowy owl, are to be assumed as with her at all times unless otherwise stated
Before she and her brother, Kostas, had been shipped off to Ardent to serve Erebos, Eudora had been royally pissed. The Elders had decided it a good idea to send them off before their birthday! It was absolutely preposterous and they had deserved her scorn. She had eventually came to the conclusion that she would not celebrate her or her brother's birthday this year because if she could not have a party then neither would he! Was it fair? No, but neither was their decision!
The little tantrum she had thrown in private with Kostas was the only time she had allowed herself a moment to be outwardly angry. Otherwise, no one would know how livid she truly was. She hadn't said a single word about it as they had traveled and not anything to Erebos or Enyo either.
It was very much a surprise when Enyo decided to throw a birthday celebration for the four of them. Eudora wasn't so self-centered that she would allow herself to believe it was just for her, but a little part of her wanted to believe she was the Guest of Honor. She fit the part anyway. Taking the time to wash, brush, and braid her extra long and luxurious fur, she looked better than ever. Her fur glinted in the setting sun as her companion assisted in weaving flowers through her braided tail fur and into her fur around her neck. Glancing into the reflective water of the nearby stream, she smiled prettily at herself. Perfect as ever. Blowing herself a kiss before turning away, Eudora slid through the willows to where everyone would gather.
Approaching with a sultry pace, each paw placed in particular order, Eudora scanned the clearing. Others were beginning to gather, but the only one she recognized was Enyo. Not having spent terribly much time with the woman, Eudora wandered over to her first. Gathering some wine in the process, she sits with her bowl of lavish red drink before her. Taking a few sips first, she savors the heady flavor before speaking. "You did wonderful setting up, Enyo," Eudora murmured, her two-toned eyes flickering to her cousin for a moment before taking another drink.
Italics denotes Greek
As Eudora's brother, Kostas, and her Patriarch, Erebos, are welcome in any thread.
"Θεία Enyo! Μπορώ να καθίσω δίπλα σας;" His voice rings out, today he didn't bother with too many formalities, he knew today was a party! He would go bother his father soon enough and wish him a happy birthday as well. But for now, he was keen on bothering his Aunt, maybe he could get her to spill a war story or two out.
He looked up at her expectantly, Aunt Enyo had shown him just how untouchable she truly was and he respected her all the more for it. He knew her lesson would be imprinted on his mind, would build him to be greater, be more worthy of the Dunamis name. Briefly, his eyes moved to the woman who was near Enyo, offering a quick nod of his head. Although he had not yet met the cousins of his dad he did know who that they were well, family.
Genesis was all about parties. A party for him or a party for someone else, he hardly gave a shit. A party was a party and Genesis was not going to not live up to his name, even if it sounded stupid and he hated it and went by another instead. He was tempted to invite Epi, to arrive along with him, but figured that was pushing it even for a more relaxed event. Instead, he did his best to wash his pelt of the dogs scent and replaced it with a cologne that was surprisingly not sickeningly strong as one would expect of a frat boy in a wolf’s body. In fact, it was a pleasant smell, woodsy and strong, but not overbearing. Certainly not something someone would typically expect of Genesis, but it wasn’t terribly out of character for him either.
He arrived alongside but separate from others and located the alcohol immediately. Making a bee-line for the booze, he grabbed himself not one but two bowls of liquor. One, however, was chugged without a second thought- the other he carried back to greet Enyo, the same sleazy smirk on his face that seemed to be ever present as he turned over into an adult. ”Fantastikó párti, Enyo. Anypomonó na értho apópse,” he purred before shifting his gaze between the stranger woman who he assumed was a distant cousin and one of Erebos’ spawns and settling back on his older sister. ”Éfera meriká kaloúdia an kápoios apó esás endiaféretai na diaskedásei akóma perissótero,” he winked and motioned to a small makeshift pouch he kept tucked against his side before taking a heavy swallow of his liquor.
he is crude & he will flirt with you.
thread with at your own risk.
While she hadn’t forgotten that it was her father and aunt Enyo’s birthday party today, it had begun to slip her mind when a hunt had distracted her. Growing like a weed, she was already able to take down the smaller animals with ease. Mice and lizards were too easy though, and rabbits weren’t much harder. However, catching a grounded bird was hard, but she’d done it. It was a swan, perhaps graceful once but now covered in blood, its white feathers stained red and covered in dirt and leaf litter from where it had dragged on the ground. She had already given her father the gift of her first solo hunt, so Enyo would get the second!
When she finally did make it to the party, others had already arrived and were mingling amongst themselves. It didn’t take her long to find Enyo before she was bounding up to the woman surrounded by family that she hardly knew and her brother. “ Ényo! Chrónia Pollá! To kynígisa kai to épiasa mónos mou gia séna!” she said with a mouthful of swan neck before dropping it near enough to her without spilling her bowl of wine or getting her dirty. Menace, however, was clearly dirty from the hunt- sticks and and leaves stuck out from her semi-wet coat, and honestly… she smelled like turtle farts.