- the pride [Daliath pups]

[Messoria]

Drip, drip, drip.

The distant yet steady trickle of water echoed softly throughout the spacious caverns, somehow relaxing in its own right. Outside, the sun beamed down upon Ina’mos, its glaring beams peeking through the opening of the dens, dancing and shimmering across the stone walls. The dark femme found herself sprawled just before the mouth of the den, the few rays that touched her pelt warming the chestnut streaked fur, attempting but failing to lounge in peace. The heart of the issue was that she was simply too large, an unfortunate fact that had Messoria huffing, rolling to one side and then back again. It was impossible to get comfortable no matter what she did; walking had become more of a waddle, sitting was awkward, and laying was downright intolerable. Her belly was massive and bulging, twice the size of a normal pregnant femme’s, and she was certain that she was near to bursting. It cannot come quickly enough, she thought, amber eyes cracking open as she stared at the ceiling in dismay. She was certain that she carried giants within her, for surely a litter of scrawny pups would not make her bulge so grotesquely, and while the pregnancy was not easy on her, the thought was a comforting one. It would be worth it for the sake of seeing the pride etched into the lines of Goliath’s face; she would bring glory to her colossal mate if it was the last thing that she did.

As it was, Messoria did not feel so very glorious. Goliath and many others were away conquering Descai’s lands, which she’d been forbidden from participating in due to her heavily pregnant form. It was a drastic change from her usual feminine features and slender frame, and while she knew that the life within her was both sacred and important, it was difficult to adjust to. She would have liked to stand alongside Goliath, to bask in the intoxicating power and strength of him, secure in the knowledge that she was his, and inevitably in his success when he claimed Acerbus. Even Datura had gone, mostly recovered from her birth, leaving her litter in the care of Messoria and the other pregnant she-wolves. There were many – more than enough to care for the pups who currently lingered within the cave. While it was early and many were slumbering, Messoria knew that it would not be long until some of them stirred, and then she would never get to relax. Regardless, she did not mind. It was useful experience for her own pups, who would be gracing the world with their presence very soon. The very thought made Messoria’s lips twitch upwards into a coy smile as her gaze raked across the bundles of young ones. They were all so vastly different from each other, their budding personalities beginning to show, and already they were much larger than the average pups – the majority of them, anyways.

Mouth stretching wide in a yawn, Messoria rearranged herself into a slightly more comfortable position, although her muscles still ached in protest. Her belly felt fuller than usual after her breakfast, which was an unfortunate effect of her pregnancy. She was ravenous at all times, and yet eating made her already swollen belly feel more bloated and full. Ears flicking atop her skull, she pointed her delicate muzzle in the direction of the pups once more, stilling as the jumble of limbs began to stir just slightly. She’d had her moments of semi-peace; now came the true task of entertaining curious young minds.

Words : 595
Muse : good!
Tags : Typhon
Notes : Open to any of the other Daliath pups who want to participate in annoying Messoria ;D

[Erebos]

As little as the ungraceful shuffle of a sibling’s paw was enough to wake Erebos, pale blue eyes fluttering open in annoyance. He stifled the desire to yawn, his body tired but the need to sleep newly lost upon him, instead lifting his head from the ground so that he might look over his shoulders and confirm that Datura was nearby.

His expression was unreadable as he took in the female’s ebony fur, coiling even further from their elected pup-sitter. He wasn’t afraid, nor was he entirely bothered, but the fact remained that this she-wolf wasn’t his mother and therefore he didn’t want her. Needless to say, the puppy had become something of an expert at pretending company wasn’t as much of a nuisance to him as it actually was. It didn’t take long for him to relax once again, and soon enough she was no longer an intruder to him, but more of a presence that he was likely expected to tolerate while his mother was away. If she was expecting rambunctious offspring that nipped at her heels and tugged on her ears, then she was in for quite a peculiar change of course. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Erebos finally blinked, his sights still unwavering from the facial features of the expecting mother while he stood and departed from the sides of his slumbering siblings. He was eerily quiet, his movements having never been notably clumsy for a child; even now he maneuvered the layout of the cavern with undeniable grace, holding himself like he was already the fearless beast that he was expected to one day become.

It was difficult to say who was, for lack of a better term, the alpha of the siblings: Typhon was reckless and in charge of himself, Lilith was sharp-minded, Beleth was near silent and thoughtful . . . all of them had identifying features that made them separate entities, but Erebos didn’t tend to venture outside of his own head to consider anyone other than himself, and he would most certainly act alone to investigate someone that inhabited Datura’s ordinary spot while everyone else was still asleep. It could be assumed that he was merely checking on what was unknown, ensuring that no harm was meant for him or his siblings, but he knew things about himself that nobody else did, which meant that he knew he would save his own hide before even thinking to consider what had become of his family in the process of being so utterly selfish.

Blue eyes met the bright amber of the female’s directly, slowly pulling his sights down the length of her body to fixate upon her bulging stomach. He had never seen a pregnant female before, and it was almost comical to imagine that Datura had looked like that at one point in time. Soon enough, there would be more puppies inside of the cavern, which meant that he’d be required to share his home with an abundance of new faces. It was a shame, because as it was he despised having to share his space with his brothers and sisters, but he knew enough about this concept called manners to understand such a thing was better left unsaid. “Are you excited to meet them?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he questioned her, intrigued about the mind of a mother that wasn’t Datura. The puppy was silent as he awaited her response, uncannily still for someone of the age that was supposed to be playful and energetic.

It didn’t matter how seemingly kind he was being, because none of it was true of him. This wolf wasn’t Datura, and he hated that it wasn’t Datura. He wasn’t a mommy’s boy, in fact he was far from it, but there was something about an unfamiliar presence, someone that he had never spoken to before, that made his insides knot themselves together uncomfortably. Sooner or later he would have to broaden his interactions, accept that there was more wolves out there to get used to than mere family members, but right now it felt almost impossible, because no matter how seemingly kind he was being, it was becoming difficult to control what of him sought to meet the newborns before they were ready to be met.

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Word Count: 716.
Tags: Messoria , Typhon
OOC: N/A.

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Tiny jaws parted in a gigantic yawn, accompanied by a soft squeak. She was bored. Lilith could hardly remember being so bored before. Mother had gone off because she had important stuff to do across the waters. Lilith never got to go over there, and her imagination ran wild when she thought about what the rest of the world had to offer – other territories, wolves that did not belong to Kairos, weaker packs and stupid wolves, like the stories Mother told. Lilith could hardly stand waiting for the day when she no longer had someone watching over her. She was growing tired of hearing “You’re too young,” and promises of “someday.” Lilith had no patience for these things – she was ready to be big now, just like her father, bigger than anyone else around. Then wolves would have to do what she said. In the meantime, the russet youth spent considerable time plotting her escape from the den. Then, she planned what she would do next: explore every crevice of her father’s island territory, sniff around every corner.

Beyond Ina’mos – beyond anything Lilith had yet to experience. That’s where she wanted to be, where her mother and father were in that very moment, on a mission to claim more lands for Kairos. The pup had overheard the adults discussing a new place – Assbris, or something like that, Lilith couldn’t exactly remember. Her father had been there, and Lilith had pretended to sleep so she could hear about it. Assbris would belong to Kairos when her parents returned from their journey. The thought brought a happy smile to her mottled features.

The sound of a small voice caught her attention – a voice seldom heard. Twin ears flicked forward as her strange eyes searched for Erebos. She was learning how to be quieter when she stalked her ‘prey,’ more discreet. Almost always, her target was one of her brothers. Each of the pups were similar in size and weight, save for Pandora, but Lilith would never attack her ‘little’ sister. Pandora was a female, weaker and more delicate than the rest of her littermates. All of the boys were fair game. She loved to play with them, could spend all day practicing her pouncing and pinning… even if the participation of one brother or two was not always voluntary. It was even more fun when they got mad because their sister was just as tough as they were.

With all the silence and caution a pup her size could manage, she crept closer to an unsuspecting sibling. Erebos was distracted, attention fixated on an older wolf who looked unnaturally plump – something that Lilith noticed. She nearly laughed out loud. The black female looked silly, but she kept Erebos occupied long enough for Lilith to inch closer to her unwitting victim. Her rear wiggled as she hunched down, chest lowering closer to the ground beneath her paws. A triumphant cry shattered the quietness; from the shadows, the fire-kissed female lunged for her dark brother, aiming squarely for his upper torso so that her weight would be most effective in knocking him to the ancient cavern stone. She gave no time for defense, oversized forepaws making contact with the boy’s shoulder, her bulky weight knocking the pup off of his paws where he had been standing. ”Eredoo, smells like poo!” A laugh, victorious and cruel, escaped as she tumbled off of the pup.

She regarded the black female with a curious look. ”Hi.” She had seen her around before, lurking around near the cavern. The brooding wolfess had been spending more time there. Lilith could not guess why – the den was theirs, not hers, and Lilith had no interest in sharing. She regarded Messoria with scrutiny, mismatched eyes roving over the grown wolf’s rotund belly.   ”You’re fat.”

Now she could eat meat like a grown-up… And Lilith loved to eat, but apparently not as much as this ebony she-wolf.

Words: 681
Tags: Messoria + Erebos + Typhon + others?
Ooc: >3

[Messoria]

It was Erebos who moved first, lifting his head to gaze at Messoria with his pale blue eyes. He was eerily silent for some time, and something akin to unease stirred within her belly. Perhaps she should have felt ridiculous for allowing the unwavering stare of a pup to make her uncomfortable, and yet there was something so very odd about Erebos. Even as he finally moved, lifting himself to weave between his slumbering siblings, he was as silent as a ghost. He came to a halt just before her, and she tipped her muzzle downwards to meet his gaze as if he were a little adult. As it was, he certainly did not behave like an unruly pup, and she watched as his eyes moved to linger on her swollen belly, a quiet question sliding from his muzzle.

”Are you excited to meet them?”

Unbidden, a tiny smile came to her dark muzzle as she cast a glance down at her own stomach. ”Truly, I am,” she replied very quietly, trying not to wake the other pups, for not all of them were as collected as Erebos seemed to be. She had observed the way that Datura spoke to her pups before she’d left for the conquest, and so Messoria did not mince her words as she continued. ”It will not be long now. Soon you will have an abundance of half-siblings to play with.”

So focused had Messoria been on Erebos that she’d failed to notice Lilith’s approach until the mottled pup was upon them. With a cry loud enough to make Messoria cringe, the large she-pup sprang forward to pounce upon Erebos with all of the unbound energy that Erebos seemed to lack. Messoria cast a quick glance in the direction of the slumbering pups as Lilith’s insult rang out through the cavern, her dark ears plastered against her skull as she sent a furtive prayer towards the Gods. Please, for the love of all that is right, do not let them all wake at once.

”Hi.” Messoria glanced down, amber eyes meeting mismatched ones as Lilith gazed up at her, face full of young curiosity. Lilith certainly seemed to be the most rambunctious of the lot, and so she would have to be thoroughly entertained to avoid disturbing the other pups. Messoria’s muzzle parted as she prepared to speak, but promptly snapped shut once more as Lilith continued. ”You’re fat.”

”I am not fat,” Messoria replied, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. Of course she could not have expected anything else but the candor that came with youth, and yet still it was startling to hear such crass words from the mouth of one so young. ”I am pregnant. As I was just telling your brother, you will have an opportunity to meet them soon.”

Messoria was certain that her own pups would come to encounter Datura’s; it was inevitable, and she would have been a fool to try to prevent it. Indeed she could only wonder if her own brood would be quite as varied as Datura’s had turned out to be…or quite as energetic as Lilith.

Words : 522
Muse : Ehhh
Tags : @lilith + Typhon + Erebos
Notes : Went ahead and replied to keep this going, but everyone else feel free to jump in with your pups whenever!

[Erebos]

Half-siblings?

Although he had never heard the word before now, it was simple enough to discern its meaning - Erebos, after all, had a talented grasp on language that surpassed his age by a few months at the very least. With a thoughtful tilt of his head, he examined the she-wolf’s belly with newly found intrigue, upon him now the understanding that these unborn puppies would be his siblings, even if only to a limited extent. Goliath was Datura’s, and until now Erebos had no reason to think otherwise, but what did this mean for the lovers? Already the presence of his father in his life seemed stagnant, but from what he had been told, come a certain age Goliath would be accompanying them to Vor’asa, and then the real bonding between father and son could begin. He felt the need to question Datura further about this, to hear with his own two ears that she knew Goliath had impregnated another; he already felt disconnected from his full siblings, so he couldn’t begin to imagine what he would feel towards these ones. For a moment, he truly disliked the female for putting him in this position, and for giving him even more family when, as it was, he couldn’t be sure that he wanted the family he already had.

He had been so consumed by his thoughts, so focused on the stranger that would birth more siblings, that the unexpected pounce of his younger sister was just that: unexpected. A snarl rippled from between threateningly peeled lips, but the sound was cut short when his muzzle smacked shut against the cold floor of the den, Lilith’s taunting entirely lost upon him as, instead, a darkness inside of him grew. Had she not rolled off of him when she had, then surely Erebos would have attempted to throw her across the den or against the wall - whichever worked - and then, the thriving demon that had become him commented, hopefully injured her in such a way that prohibited her from playing for a long, long time. This thing that lived inside of him - he had yet to give it a name - rarely surfaced, but when it did he felt powerful, like he could conquer the entire universe and enslave his attackers with nothing more than a pointed look. His blood was rushing through his body at an abnormal rate, and the all-consuming rage felt better than it had ever felt before; this time, he could admit with total certainty that he wanted to slit her throat. Normally, when the darkness depleted, he would leave those longings behind, but this one remained with him even as his body began to calm, the look that he shot in Lilith’s direction speaking of a thousand death wishes.

His muzzle was sore from where it had been driven into the ground, but he wouldn’t show weakness in front of his sister - he was beginning to understand that such a thing only fed her need to attack. Her comment about the she-wolf’s weight had been direct and rude, and when he saw the expression of offense on the stranger’s face, he was hopeful that she would have better put Lilith in her place. He would have preferred to do it himself, but he refused to give in to Lilith’s antics. He didn’t like to play. It only brought upon him various opportunities to get into trouble when he began to want to do things that he knew he wasn’t allowed to do. For some reason, it didn’t seem likely that Kairos would condone his attempt on the life of a sibling.

“You need to stop doing that,” it was the first time that Erebos had ever directly spoken to Lilith, outright telling her what he did or did not want her to do with, surprisingly enough, more than a peculiar stare. “I don’t want any part in your stupid games.” He had always liked words, despite rarely using them, but over the last few days he had began to speak more and more. He didn’t expect that Lilith would see reason, but he risked enlightening her anyways. Her pouncing was nothing more than an annoyance to him, and surely she had enough other siblings to practice on that wouldn’t be quite as bothered by it as him.

“Do you love my father?” His attention had been on Lilith fleetingly, now having returned to the subject of interest as he fixed her with a most uncomfortable question. His sister hadn’t been present when the stranger told him of the origin of her puppies, so perhaps this would seem odd to her, but no part of him cared; he just wanted to know what this stranger’s intentions were, especially when it appeared to be interfering with his father’s relationship with his mother. Of course, he had no way of knowing that it was okay in Kairos to have multiple partners unless the pregnant female told him here and now, thus offering another opportunity for his perspective to evolve and mature. Until that time, Erebos blindly assumed that the stranger had wanted and succeeded to take Goliath from Datura.

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Word Count: 858.
Tags: Messoria , Typhon , @lilith
OOC: This post is long and rambly. x.x

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She watched with glee as Erebos’ snout smashed into the ground before bracing herself for her sibling’s retaliation, anything at all. Instead of defending himself or even trying, he offered only an icy stare in his sister’s direction, speaking the way that grown-ups talked. Black nostrils wrinkled in distaste, balking at his reaction (or lack thereof). How could a brother be so boring? Erebos was no fun at all. ”This is what we’re supposed to do, weirdy-wolf. We’re supposed to fight and practice fighting. You’re da stupid one,” she murmured the last words under her breath. Erebos said something else, but the words did not register in the young girl’s mind… Do you love my father? Lilith had not seen much of the world yet, had not had the opportunity to meet many wolves, but she did know that her father was the most important wolf around. He was the alpha, which meant that everyone had to listen to him and do what he told them to do. To Lilith, it seemed like the perfect job, something that she was already certain she could do well. Of course Messoria loved their father, because everyone loved Goliath in Lilith’s world.

If he would not provide entertainment while their mother was away, Lilith turned her attention to her caretaker as he rear end plopped down on the cold ground before Messoria. Shamelessly, she took in the sight of the expectant fae, with no semblance of discretion. The giant belly, rotund and cumbersome, seemed entirely unnatural to the young pup. It looked all… gross and lumpy, and like it was moving faintly even though Messoria was just sitting there, looking miserable. As she stared at the grown-up’s abdomen, an unborn pup’s paw pressed against its mother belly from the inside. Lilith’s eyes widened in surprise. ”Ew! What’s dat!” Her jaws parted, expression one of utter disbelief – she hadn’t even stopped to think that her speech impediment had escaped. Normally, she was much more careful, but the ruddy pup couldn’t believe what she was seeing – or, worse yet, how the pups got into Messy’s stomach in the first place. ”You… in dere –“ Her eyes widened in shock at the realization, for there was no other explanation for it. She was too young to understand how these things were supposed to work ”You ate pups! How – ?”

Lilith was stunned, but her reaction was not one of abject horror – she was genuinely curious to know exactly why someone would eat pups like that, what sort of flavor the miserable things had. With a suspicious glare, Lilith scooted backwards, putting some distance between her and her babysitter. It looked as if Messoria had eaten more than enough for one lifetime, but even still, she was wary of their. ”Do you know who I am?” She peered at the dark she-wolf, unable to focus on anything else, mismatched eyes darting between her belly and her coral hued orbs.

words: 530

tags: Messoria + Erebos

ooc: her speech problem makes her
sound sort of like a Rastafarian -
instead of "th," it comes out like "d"  ;x

[Messoria]

Love. Ah, it was a tricky question, and the fact that it was posed to her by one so young might have been laughable if he wasn’t so eerily intelligent already. Messoria gazed down at him, amber eyes meeting pale blue as she considered her answer. Did she love Goliath? Perhaps it would have been easier to answer if she’d actually known what love was. It was a foreign emotion, one she’d heard many lay claim to, and yet never before had she experienced it. Now, however, she was heavy with Goliath’s pups, and beyond content to serve her alpha willingly in any aspect that she could. His very presence was intoxicating, causing her blood to rush in her veins when he was near; was that love? She found that she did not wish to mull over it with the keen gaze of Erebos upon her, so she offered him a quick flash of teeth that was meant to be a smile. ”I care very deeply for your father,” she admitted, which was not a lie, and yet she had the sneaking suspicion that this would not satisfy his curious mind. How did one explain the concept of a harem to pups? ”Your father has a…group of she-wolves who he treasures, and who in turn have devoted themselves to the task of giving your father strong pups each season. I am a part of this group, much like your mother – although her position is considerably higher than my own,” she was quick to add, for she did not wish for the pups to misconstrue what she was telling them.

There was a brief silence where she continued to gaze at Erebos, anticipating more inquiries, but it was Lilith’s piercing squall that rang out instead, first taunting her brother further before her attention turned to Messoria. The dark femme was silent and patient as Lilith observed her belly, but after only a moment of this, a sharp prodding within her made her gasp. Her own young seemed to be growing restless in her belly, but before she could even process this, Lilith’s voice filled the space once more. ”You… in dere – You ate pups! How – ? Do you know who I am?” The notion was so silly that Messoria nearly burst with laughter, and yet narrowly she managed to keep her teeth clenched shut. It was not as if Lilith would know anything concerning the process of life within a female yet; she was too young, and it was quickly becoming clear that Messoria would be serving as a biology lesson while their mother was away.

”Yes, I know who you are. I am not going to eat you,” Messoria informed her wryly. ”And I did not eat any other pups, either. This is how each wolf that you have met began their life. When two wolves decide to bring young into the world, they pair physically, and sometimes the she-wolf becomes pregnant. Little pups start to grow inside of her, and when they’re large enough and ready to be introduced into the world, the mother gives birth to them. It is how your life began, and mine as well,” she explained. If she was fortunate it would be enough to sate Lilith’s curiosity, and yet the deep mortification dwelling within Messoria suggested that she would not be so lucky.

Words : 559
Muse : good!
Tags : @lilith + Typhon + Erebos
Notes : will fix typos later if any <3 

[Erebos]

His sister’s comment was plainly ignored; he didn’t find her nickname for him as bothersome as she likely intended for it to be. He already knew that he was weird, so why would he concern himself with the fact that others thoughts the same? In this case, he simply believed that weird meant more intelligent, because while his sister rambled energetically and practiced her fighting techniques near constantly, he would quietly observe from the sidelines, a fully grown adult trapped inside the body of someone much younger in appearance. He had yet to grasp that something was genuinely wrong with him, nobody had commented on it surpassed the title of weirdy-wolf following him in his tracks, and as far as he could tell it was entirely normal for someone to have the malevolent thoughts that he did.

He couldn’t be certain whether caring very deeply for his father was just a different way for Messoria to say that she loved him. There weren’t any delicate feelings on the line, at least not on his part, he couldn’t speak for Lilith, but nevertheless he didn’t want to be treated like a child that couldn’t handle the truth about his father. As it was, Erebos didn’t feel particularly connected to Goliath. He didn’t know much about him save for the fact that he was the Alpha of Kairos, and if he was going to be honest, that didn’t mean much to him. He found it difficult to care about titles and their merit when the only title he wanted to hold was out of his reach. He was interested in plants, he wanted to learn more about them, more about the poisons that Datura had mentioned to him on their outing alongside Beleth, but he was destined to be a fighter, a brutal one at that, and there was nothing that would be able to stop him from going to Vor’asa with the rest of his anxious siblings.

Messoria dove into an explanation of how it could be that she was important to Goliath at the same time that Datura was, and even though Erebos was thoroughly puzzled, he tried his best to understand. The line of his mouth was tight in contemplation, mulling over her words, and when his pale eyes brightened in what he thought was potential enlightenment, he was quick to comment. “So my father is close to more females than just my mother? He’s going to have more than just us to pay attention to?” He feigned innocence for the pregnant she-wolf’s sake, confident that he already knew the answers to those questions, but feeling driven to ask them regardless so that he wouldn’t look like too much of a weirdy-wolf. He treasured his intelligence, his ability to understand like the grownups did, but if it was what made him weird then he could put it on hold until it was a bit more natural.

Instead, he could be weird in a different way - one not so terribly obvious.

He was dumbfounded by Lilith’s incompetence, holding his tongue until the adult had time to explain how puppies worked. He often forgot that his siblings weren’t on the same level as him, but that didn’t make it any easier for him to pretend that he wasn’t bothered - why couldn’t they just be smart like him? Dismissing it with an unimpressed shake of his head, he decided to add on to what it was that he had been saying earlier. “I guess it doesn’t matter. We already don’t see him much, so it won’t be any different when we still don’t see him much because he’s with your puppies instead.” It took a considerable amount of effort to dumb down his speech enough to make it seem like he was actually having a hard time with this. He couldn’t care less about his father not being around. The longer he stayed away, the longer he could pretend that going to Vor’asa was just a bad dream. Messoria didn’t need to know that, however; it could be fun seeing her scramble for a way to explain herself out of thinking she was tarnishing the innocence of Datura’s young.

He could only hope that Lilith wouldn’t ruin it for him. His sister would be able to tell that this was even more weird than his usual level of weirdness - he had never cared about Goliath before, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to start all of a sudden - so, with a pointed glance in her direction, he could only hope that she’d be able to catch on and maybe even go along with it.

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Word Count: 773.
Tags: Messoria , Typhon , @lilith
OOC: N/A.

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”Pair physically?” She repeated the words with skepticism in her voice, unusual eyes discerning. The only form of physical Lilith could imagine involved winning in fights, but she was fairly certain that pups were not the result of bloodshed and war. ”Well, when I’m a boy, I’ll have many, many females.” Her announcement was accompanied by the flash of a smile. She aspired to be just like her father, in every way – some impossible, but Lilith had not yet learned. Erebos’ voice, normally quiet, disinterested, lured the young female’s focus away from the expectant fae. “So my father is close to more females than just my mother? He’s going to have more than just us to pay attention to?”

The boy’s words settled into Lilith’s mind like a landslide. For a long, lingering moment, she stared at her brother. “I guess it doesn’t matter. We already don’t see him much, so it won’t be any different when we still don’t see him much because he’s with your puppies instead.” The intention of his questions did not escape her. There was only one matriarch and Kairos, and that was her mother. Casting a defiant glance in Messoria’s direction, her strange eyes found the older female’s, the hint of a smile gracing her lips as she spoke. ”It’s different. She’s a hunter, not a materarch. And look, she can’t even hunt. I hope it never happens to me.” If she got that fat, Lilith would no longer be able to fight and wrestle. Having pups sounded like an inconvenience – having to sit around and get as big as a boulder, physical pairing, and then, worst of all, having to deal with little pups like Erebos – none of it was remotely appealing to Lilith. The world outside of Ina’mos was much more appealing to the pup, and the promise of glory beyond the tedious life she had inside the birthing den.

There were already so many of them, pups in a varied spectrum of coat colors, it was difficult for Lilith to imagine even more little ones running around the cavern, making noise and eating food that would otherwise go to Lilith. Still, she realized she would be older and much bigger than the new pups. Maybe it wouldn’t all be terrible. As for their father… Lilith had no intentions to go unnoticed by her sire, and she didn’t care if her brothers had less drive to impress the alpha giant of Kairos.

”Maybe yours will be more fun den some wolves.” She cast an exaggerated glance at her brother, who shared the same blood but never the same mind as the sadistic femme. She stood to swat the ivory tip of her tail in the face of Erebos, enticing him one more time – lose his temper, fight back for once, and maybe learn how to have a little fun instead of sulking around all the time, being broody and monotonous.

words: 531

tags: Messoria + Erebos

[Messoria]

Erebos’ questions were far deeper than ones that usually came from the mouths of pups, very nearly causing Messoria to wince. She narrowly avoided the movement, the corners of her mouth twitching instead as she listened to the remainder of his observation concerning Goliath. It was unnerving to hear how easily and blankly Erebos seemed to come to terms with his views; while normally a pup might have been crushed or hurt while speaking of the lack of attention they received from their father, Erebos’ tone was as empty as the barren branches of winter trees. Messoria herself did not believe that Goliath had any intentions of neglecting his young; he’d been busy with the conquest, as well as other Kairos business she was sure, and after seeing the cold way that Titan had abandoned his own femmes after bedding them, she did not see Goliath’s behavior as abandonment. And yet still, as she took a breath to attempt to explain this to Erebos, she stopped. There was something in his gaze that gave her pause, a look far too detached for her comfort.

As it turned out, Lilith saved her, if only momentarily. It was amusing to think that the rude ramblings of the odd-eyed pup could come as a relief, and yet they did. Messoria very nearly told her that she could not become a boy, but instead settled for holding her tongue. That was a conversation that Datura could have with her daughter. ”I was a huntress,” she corrected after a moment, weary already with the exhausting duo. Not for the first time, Messoria wondered if her own young would be so very odd. ”I am now a Consort, a title given to the females who have been claimed by the high ranking males of Kairos.” She paused briefly, gathering her thoughts, before her gaze slid to Erebos. ”Yes, I will have pups that will belong to your father, and who he will pay attention to. But Lilith is correct – it is different. Your mother has stood beside your father from the beginning, and you, as well as your siblings, are the first children of Goliath and the Matriarch, born of their legacy. He will have other young, but that does not diminish your importance.” It felt odd for something so akin to praise concerning Datura to be slipping from Messoria’s lips, and yet each word she spoke was the truth. She had not delusioned herself into believing anything otherwise, and as a Consort of Goliath, she would not attempt to hinder his pups understanding of the unique situation surrounding their birth.

”Maybe yours will be more fun den some wolves.” At this Messoria finally broke into a smile, shrugging her delicate shoulders as she rearranged her limbs in an attempt to find comfort once more. ”Perhaps. I’m sure at least one of them will be willing to entertain you,” she said, casting a sympathetic look in Erebos’ direction. ”But surely some of your siblings like to play with you, Lilith?”

Words : 503
Muse : Decent
Tags : Erebos + @lilith
Notes : Poor Messoria xD 

[Erebos]

While normally his sister’s abrasive comments would’ve caused him immeasurable grief, he was amused by the way it kept Messoria on her toes. He looked between the two of them curiously, content to sit in silence for the time being. His attempt to indirectly rile the expecting she-wolf hadn’t been successful, not in the way he wanted. He didn’t care about being noticed by his father, in fact, his having more children would make it easier for Erebos to stay away from him. There was nothing to say for the relationship that father and son shared. Erebos desired a way of life that Goliath wouldn’t allow, not of his own spawn, and it was that knowledge that kept him from reaching out like the rest of his family to impress.

As a final means of attempting to engage him in play, Lilith stuck her tail directly underneath his chin, and though at first he had regarded the notion with little more than an unnaturally calm stare, there was only so much he could tolerate before his fur began to burn with annoyance. His expression changed from one of indifference to one of immense hostility in less than a second, jaw widening at an alarming rate before springing closed like a triggered bear trap around the tip of her tail. He pressed with as much force as he could muster, summoning every bit of his strength and putting it towards ensuring that he caused her pain. A low growl erupted from within his throat before, finally, he released her, jutting his chin into the air in defiance. “I don’t want to have to tell you again -” he considered for only a moment how it was a shame he hadn’t drawn blood, “- leave me alone.” There was a note of finality that draped itself off the end of his sentence, his eyes unnervingly empty despite the way he practically oozed of anger. She was such a handful. He couldn’t be bothered to sit beside her for more than a few minutes before her presence became too much for him.

He glanced briefly in Messoria’s direction, not entirely concerned with whether or not she’d approve of the force he’d put into his bite. He wasn’t hers to look after, nor was he hers to correct, and if he needed to get violent in order to get his point across to the likes of those as persistent as Lilith, then nobody was going to stop him from doing that. “Pandora is the only one who can seem to tolerate her.” Erebos shrugged as though what he had said was common fact, and something that couldn’t be helped. In all reality, he would've much preferred if she hadn't even been born in the first place, but that was something better left unsaid.

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Word Count: 467.
Tags: Messoria & @lilith
OOC: ~

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Mid-yawn, the words of the older she-wolf sparked Lilith’s attention. ”…Lilith is correct – it is different. Your mother has stood beside your father from the beginning, and you, as well as your siblings, are the first children of Goliath and the Matriarch, born of their legacy. He will have other young, but that does not diminish your importance.” Lilith grinned, content with the reply – it only solidified what the large child already knew, and she was pleased to hear it before she found something more worthwhile to do with her time.

The bite of tiny teeth on her tail stopped her in her tracks, a sharp yelp pierced the silence as her body twisting awkwardly in an attempt to snap at Erebos’ muzzle. But her teeth could not make contact with his tender flesh at first strike. She turned sharply when her tail was released, a deep snarl released as her eyes narrowed – but still she was smiling, exposing her glistening fangs. Lilith darted forward, one limb rising from the ground. An oversized paw came plummeting down, landing square on his snout. She hoped it was still sore from her original attack only minutes before, and a sadistic smile was spread across her features as she lurched backwards to avoid further retaliation, though she knew Erebos would not likely fight back because he was too grown up, or moody, or whatever his problem was. Lilith’s tail hurt only a little, but she was confident that she had caused Erebos more pain than he had given her. She hoped that it hurt her brother, and that it hurt badly. He would try to act tough either way, but Lilith had already lost interest.

She didn’t care if Erebos hated her. She didn’t much care if others hated her, either. She was born to be a giant, worthy of her family line, and nothing meant more to her than living up to that promise. An ear flicked in Messoria’s direction as she spoke: ”But surely some of your siblings like to play with you, Lilith?” She could spare only a quick glance in her caretaker’s direction, accompanied by a cheeky grin. ”I don’t want to play. I want to practice. If Eredoo doesn’t want to, den he will just have to be the weak one in the Agoge.” She cast a final look at her barely-older brother. Messoria’s pups would never rival their older half-sister, and Erebos was wasting his gift – enormous size, good genetics, and the right gender to make it in the world they lived in. He created his own problems in his mind, like a pup having a bad dream, and Lilith couldn’t be bothered by him, sauntering off instead to find someone less boring. ”See you later, weirdy.”

words: 488

tags: Messoria + Erebos

ooc: sorry it took forever and isn't my best work,

muse was struggling on this one.

[Messoria]

Had Messoria not have been watching Erebos for a response to her final statement, she might have missed it. It was as quick and sudden as the spring rainstorms, a look of unbound fury so vast that she was momentarily taken aback. His jaws closed over Lilith’s tail hard, prompting an indignant, pain-tinged yelp from the she-pup. It was over nearly as quickly as it had started, with Erebos’ dark warning ringing in the silence before his pale eyes flicked to her once more. His next words were so calm and composed that it left Messoria mentally reeling; where had such sheer anger come from so swiftly? It was very nearly just as disturbing as his usual stone-like demeanor. Before she could gather her wits to reply Lilith was retaliating, a large paw slapping Erebos’ muzzle before she was gone, her parting words making it blatantly clear that she’d become bored with them. It left Messoria with solely Erebos to speak with.

Her amber eyes flicked back to him as she frowned, considering the swift tangle of events that had occurred so swiftly. Lilith’s boundless energy, along with her bulging stomach, left her weary. She longed fiercely for a nap, although she knew that she would have to wait until one of the other cavern-bound femmes were able to take her place. A soft sigh slid from between her teeth as she adjusted her weight once more, reflecting briefly on Lilith’s parting statements: the Agoge was looming ever closer. Perhaps then Lilith would have a chance to expel some of her building energy, and Erebos…she wondered if his anger would resurface. Regardless, they were not her pups to worry for beyond her guard duties, and so she did not bother to question or chastise him, instead laying her head gently upon her paws.

”Forgive me, Erebos, but pregnancy has worn away my strength,” she said, her tail curling around her haunches as she glanced towards the still-sleeping pups, and then back to one who stood before her. ”I’m going to rest while I watch over you all.” It was a clear dismissal, but a gentle one; she was far too tired to gather anything else from within her as she gazed deeper within the caverns.

Words : 374
Muse : Crap
Tags : Erebos + @lilith
Notes : This sucks so bad, but I figured it would be a good place to end the thread. You can do another reply if you'd like, Nyx, or you can leave it. Either way ^.^