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can you find eos? You were always the closest to her,"



yes, he could find his sister, and he would. Such was his duty and such was his heart. Eos, was the only remaining heart he placed something into, and it was she that he so longed for. Crackling and twisting beneath the chill of the wintry land, the beast moved with something so different. He was changed, entitled to so much more than ever before, and it was here he would thrust his head back and demand her, his chilling, ghostly summons, reaching for her. Yearning for her. O she needed to know the news, she needed to hear everything that had happened, for in Syrinx's mind, it would bring about a sense of urgency. In Eos's complacency, Syrinx felt closest to her. Even with Epiphron and Chrysanthe with him, forevermore, leading their home, he felt powerfully compelled to her and her alone. There was something different in them, something more ravenous, and where that would lead them, he knew not yet, but for the moment, for the minutes, for the hours, o how he would stand is rapturous wait.

Worlds had drifted apart, lives surgically severed from each other in an ever shifting change of tides. His voice would grasp at her soul, sharp hooks piercing her flesh and drawing her nearer; russet skin shifting effortlessly atop expanding sinew, limbs reaching so frantically for her brother?s companionship her mind had been forced void of all other consideration. The pair had always shared something more profound and bottomless than relatable to the rest of their siblings, a connection that clawed so deep within their hearts it was unretractable without causing a barrage of emotional and corporal distress. The red beast contrasted so brilliantly with the pallid expanse that enveloped him, his chiselled body so easily relatable to the female?s own. Limbs ceased a few metres from him, spirits quivering with anticipation, an eerie vocal drawl casting a bitter-sweet salutation to the still air that sheathed the pair; encouraging him towards her, to be with her, to absorb her.

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they are an abomination to the life as most would call it. They are the epitome of unholy, and yet in this they are so perfectly resolute. Syrinx moves towards her, his heavy breath, his hungry eyes, and his thundering heart, crash towards her side, eager to hold, eager to breath. "Eos," the chilled whisper, the elegant coo that is her name lifts from his once-boyish chords, and he flaunts something more, shows something full of fervor. Yet, the crescendo of pleasure is halted, his muzzle lifts towards her ear, and he purrs to her, warning her of her future, "Father is upon his deathbed, be ready, we sit idle no longer," they had been reclusive, the duo, for they had found intrigue in their blood lust, "What do you want?" the world? It was hers, he would give it to her.

His approach was enough to tremble her essence, yet another meticulously tepid reunion had been thrust upon them; brutally, pleasurably, perfectly. His immense power is thrust upon her side, a ferociously amorous hold that would unite the pair in a mutual desire. Her name burst free of his lips, each syllable so laced with compassionate heed and adore, she would welcome him only with silence now; emerald gaze fluttering as she absorbed her mind and body in his scent, in his touch. The moment seemed so brief, and yet there was no doubting it would last the pair a lifetime, stored so frivolously away within the back-folds of their minds to be prized eternally. He spoke, his words perhaps not as heart-wrenching as they should have been; she adored her father, but they had slowly become distant, and his near death would come as no surprise. Age had been patient with him. What did she want? She interpreted his words in a way she had never considered before, was Syrinx suggesting they reunite as a duo, a pair? ?I hadn?t notioned a return to Valhalla, brother,? she paused momentarily, quietly pondering her own words, ?But you well know I would reserve my body and mind for you in anything. Does something brew behind that psyche of yours??

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He digresses, asking no such thing of her, not begging her return to Valhalla, not begging her life be signed over to their siblings, and while, he holds love for Chrysanthe and Epiphron, and would turn away harm that came their way, he knows that beneath their reign, himself and Eos; they are condemned to something lesser. Something that dares to bind their strength and their passion. His caress, his rough touch upon her, daunting and in the same breath filled with wanton lust, his desires fester, and his jaws do part to speak to her, "Would I requite something so absurd of you? Would I dare place you beneath another's rule, surely you think me wiser than that," He was aware that she should, and in his seething enticement, his audacity he attempts to smother her in his prolonged and unacceptable ardor, "Should something?" he begs an answer of her, and yet, it grows hypothetical, and arguably rhetorical, "Eos, you brew in this mind, do you realize your power? our power,"

Her words had been distantly misunderstood, and her sibling seemed almost troubled by his interpretation of her lexis; his voice again caressing her ears in a loyal display of devotion and apprehension. The effort that laced each syllable would have been enough to persuade Eos into or out of anything, the desire to support him, to stand for him, stronger than any other emotional ties she would ever experience. Ah, power- the words tingled her stomach, encouraging her brain to wrap curiously around her brother?s suggestive words; yes, Eos was well aware of what she was capable of. Her highly trained muscle and agility was an example of self-faith and dedication to ?power? itself. Though something she hadn?t considered was combining her abilities with the handsome male that stood so regally before her. Individually, both Eos and Syrinx were a force to be reckoned with. But together? Together, their power would stretch far beyond the furthest reaches of the world; they would be unstoppable. ?I have confidence in my own abilities brother, and in yours, but mutually?? her voice trailed lightly, silver-lime gaze searching so desperately for his own, ?We?d be relentless.?

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They would be far more than relentless. Drawn to power like a moth to a flame, thus was the life they both led, and perhaps it was why they were so capable and sure of belonging to the other. They were both martyrs of powers; idols. Towers of strength. A smile curves his inky lips and his exposed jaw. His teeth, gnashed together with fervor, pressure only to stir something within her as he attempts to nip at her neck, "Then we'll be together, with no other interference, no other to desecrate something as unholy as our union?" He whispers and drinks in the disgusting taste of his daring words. Daring his sister to pledge her heart and her body to him as she had to no other. As he had to no other. 'Til death bid them part. His mind, locked in an embrace of wanton desire, he seethed in something akin to aggression. They would all stare at the duo; dumbfounded and lost. How could two; a brother and a sister; long for each other, no, thirst for each other in the way the pair did? Simple, they were crafted together, made to be pieces of a puzzle, it only made sense that their life should be one together, that they should also live to die together.

Something stirred within her brother?s eyes, an emotional instability that caused her stomach to fizz with wonder. Was it more than just siblinghood that brought them together, so close, and so full of aspiration? Something in the ladies mind didn?t want it to be true, though the desires of her body to be close, to be with him, was enough to distract her from her thoughts. He nips playfully at her nape, sending a shiver cursing through the pores of her skin; she returns only a brief moment of contact, salmon tongue carefully flicking out to trace the exposed bone of his scarred jaws. It was odd really, that she had never really paid any attention to the defacing wounds that made him what he was; to most it would be the first physical trait of notation, but Eos seemed blind to its beautifully sinister ways. His words confirmed her earlier curiosities, but was the fae really as confident in devoting herself to her brother, as he was to her? Eos had sworn it to her heart, she would never be anybody else?s; she would live only for herself. But could she really deny the profound feelings that effervesced within her chest? Eyes were raised almost warily, searching with hesitance within his own cerulean gaze before they would close, attempting to drown out the world as she pondered in silence; lungs inhaling his scent as if it were the purest of oxygen.

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He had not known that his sister would ultimately be his answer, but how it made so much sense, that she were the queen he would need. The reign he was fit to endure. Loving and powerful all in the same right. Divine and perfect, he calls to her, her sweet freedom, her immutable power. Together, they were something unstoppable, and he could not resist her sweet calling. Love was not something he was capable of admitting, not to her, not to most, though devotion was a separate matter entirely. Lips grew atwixt, his inky kissers grazing the curve over her neck, muzzle draping over the dip of her back before a vehement growl grew in his throat, seeking her, demanding of her that she see him in a new light, that they step from the confines of brother and sister, "Allow yourself to be mine, Eos. No other would suit you," His words, they contain truth, in his mind, and praying that the words made sense in hers, how long would it be before another came that understood her, that could truly make some promise out of life with her. Slavering jaws were formed from wanton lust and his words find more power as he continues to speak to her, to crave her, "You have said together we would be relentless, unstoppable, allow me to forge our power,"