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The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
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The young prince rolled out of bed early that morning, careful not to wake his mother or the pups she was laying with.
They weren’t all from his mother, he knew. They were Datura’s, the brown fae who always took to sleeping next to his mother with her brood. The others were still bigger than him, though he was growing quickly. Zohartze had told him he would be as big like his father, and he swelled with pride at the thought. He wanted to be big. The bigger you were, the more other wolves had to pay attention to you. You couldn’t go unnoticed.
There was Erebos, Beleth who never really talked, the white one named Samson, Typhon, and the tiny one named Pandora. And Lilith. She didn’t want much to do with anyone, but Othrys loved playing with her. She was strong too. And even though she was bigger than he was and beat him, part of him lived for it. He didn’t like to be beaten, but with her it was different. She was special.
But not as special as he was.
And then, of course, Ossa. His big sister, always quiet and respectful. She was born before he was, he knew. She thought she was better than him. Othrys thought so, anyway. She built him up, though. Complimented him. Told him he was strong, tough, the best of the litter. And he was, wasn’t he? The little wolf shook his pelt and gave his body a quiet stretch. His insides itched sometimes.
The large pup strode carefully, but he purposely stepped on his brother, the one who looked identical to him. He could tell because when they looked in the water, sometimes he had to double check to make sure they were different wolves, that there was definitely another body next to him. The black pup shot his brother a look, glimmering with mischief, as he darted out the mouth of the cave and into the open air of the morning.
His mother had warned them not to go too far. Auntie Datura’s pups seemed to obey for the most part, but he didn’t have to. He didn’t want to stay in the caves anymore—so he didn’t. The young brute glanced over his shoulder to see if Olympus was following him. He knew he wouldn’t get far without his brother coming after him.
The youthful mountain stood at the mouth of the swamp, staring in at the trees. Morning light came through the trees and vines in straight lines, cascading off of the moisture and the air turned into a chorus of dancers. Othrys wagged his tail and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. The sun glittered off of his black coat and made him feel warm, echoing the smoldering adrenaline inside his heart.
He’d wait for Olympus. He’d always wait for him. Every part of his growing body itched to go inside, but he wouldn’t go without him there. In Othrys’ mind, Oly didn’t want to be without him. In reality, it may not have seemed so one-sided. Really, Othrys didn’t want to be alone at all. What was the fun in doing anything if no one was watching? Why do anything if no one else was to know about it?
Snores. Soft, almost irritable, sounds that echoed around the cave and prevented the young prince from truly getting any rest. Then again, what point was there in sleeping the day away, anyways? There were so many things outside to explore, so many adventures to be had. Why do we stay cooped up like pathetic and useless infants still? He would have growled, had he not been laying so close to his older and larger mixed-litter mates. Datura, a friend to his mother or something, always seemed to dump her pups of on them whenever she had the chance. At least, in his tiny, not-so-developed mind, that was what was happening. In reality, the other mother was likely not too far away, as both females had taken to sleeping together and spending time with one another as if they were both parents to each litter instead of the fathers that were almost always absent.
Titan. His father, the most brave and powerful wolf in the pack. Well, at least that's what he believed. Sure, Goliath was the leader, but there was no match for his father, and eventually for himself and Othrys. They would be unstoppable someday. Then, as if right on cue, his brother's large paw stuffed itself right into his belly, making the black twin groan and arch himself up around the other pup's weight until it was removed from his form and his sibling scrambled off and out of the caverns. It must have looked powerful and graceful to him, for he knew that Otrys thought very highly of himself, but in reality it was a clumsy puppy walk that proved they had still not yet grown into their large ears and massive paws.
Slowly, seemingly without a care in the world, the black pup hoisted himself to his feet, stretching almost lazily and allowing his brother - whom he knew had stopped for him - to wait longer for his arrival. They always went everywhere together, and the twin that still stood within the cluster of large and not-so-large pups inside of the cavern knew that Othrys would go nowhere without him. Finally, after he had stretched out each one of his quickly growing legs, the black pup trotted out of the cave, assuming himself to be much more graceful than Othrys had been, though in all truth anyone watching likely would have simply seen the exact same display as the one that had vanished only a few minutes before. Much less interested in blatantly disobeying instructions than his brother, but still not at all intent on obeying them, the young prince made his way over to the mirror image of himself that now stood hovering at the edge of the swamp.
Always looking for trouble, isn't he? He thought to himself, though he really could not be called innocent all the time, either. They got into their fair share of trouble together, and though they both believed themselves to be invincible, they really were nothing more than over-grown pups at this point. Lilith, one of the female pups from Datura's litter, always beat them, sometimes even if they ganged up on her. But the play was fun regardless, and it helped Olympus train for the future when he would be large and powerful like his father. It took only a few moments to come up alongside his twin, and as he finally came to a stop, he gently brushed up against the other male's side affectionately. They now stood shoulder-to-shoulder, staring into the dark expanse of the swamp that sat ominously in before them. Of course, though they knew the dangers that could befall them, they would go inside.
That fear, the terror and anxiety that befell those beneath them was not something that plagued the two identical princes. No, they were stronger than that. They were warriors of Karios, just like their father. At least, some day they would be. But Olympus did not want to wait for that day. He wanted to grow. He wanted to be big and strong like Titan and to fight alongside his father and brother for Kairos. He glanced over at Othrys, wondering if his thoughts were the same. He assumed they were, for they were twins, were they not? Their fates and destinies were intertwined and always would be. They would be one forever, and no one else truly mattered. The black pup nipped playfully at his brother's ear, tugging it gently before releasing it and pressing himself back into the identical form beside him. There was nothing that could separate them, and nothing that could come between them. Ever.
if i ever said i'm never scared, you know i mean it.
As he stood at the precipice of the untreaded swamp, Othrys felt a gentle breeze ruffle his fur. It whispered to him, telling him stories of what he would be one day. What power he would wield. Who would call his name.
Before he got too caught up, Olympus appeared next to him, nipping his ear and pressing his shoulder into him. It felt good somewhere deep in his stomach, and a ripple through his body told him that he was loved by his brother in a way he wasn’t sure he was loved by anyone else. But he would be. He’d make it his goal.
His mother... was a good source of food, and that was almost all that could be said for her. She praised him with a nod of her head, and that wasn’t enough. Othrys wanted to scream at her, and he felt his blood boil when she didn’t acknowledge him. When he beat others in playfights, he couldn’t even meet her gaze. He knew it wouldn’t hold what he wanted it to, and it made him angry and distant. The pup didn’t care for her, and for a moment, he might have felt guilty, but it passed like the waves lapped on the shores of Ina’mos.
Datura’s pups talked about something called the Agoge, and Othrys could hardly wait. They would go train to be warriors, learning to fight and how to master the art of conquering. They would come back hardened, muscular, larger, and they would shock everyone. Hopefully his mother. Maybe then she’d see how great he was, and he could turn his nose to the sky and ignore her. That’s what he’d do. The bitch, he seethed internally, turning to press his head into Olympus’ neck to make his brain stop itching. He’d heard the word from his mother. He didn’t know what it meant, really, just that it was definitely an insult. He held his forehead pressed against Oly’s muzzle for a moment before licking him above the eye. He made the itching go away.
“Do you think we can kill an alligator?” he asked his brother, shaking his coat free his previous anger. He didn’t know what fueled it sometimes, but it came in fast and hard. Sometimes he couldn’t remember what happened when he got angry, but it had only happened once. He’d bitten Ossa, she told him. She never told their mother. He was glad for that.
Othrys’ eyes gleamed and sparkled, half shut in a wretchedly arrogant smirk. “Erebos says they’re huge and have giant teeth that can snap your leg off,” he went on. “I bet we could rip its leg off.” The brute was only half joking. It would be awesome, but they were still small. He made a mental note to ask his mother (her again) for permission to learn to hunt. But what a story it would make! Othrys and Olympus, at just two and a half months, returned with the leg of an alligator. They’d all talk about him for a week.
The black prince laughed, shoving his shoulder into his brother, attempting to push him off balance. He play bowed at his brother, wagging his tail. “Or are you gonna tell me that’s a bad idea?” he jeered, though part of his young mind remained grateful that someone reigned him in.
He wondered if he’d always feel that way. He wasn’t sure. Soon enough, they'd be huge like their father, and as an invincible as he knew they were.
It came as no surprise that his brother had been waiting for him, and as the other pup turned to rest his head into his neck, he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. Within a few moments, however, he was knocked off balance slightly, but he caught himself somehow - a gesture that he preferred to call skilled and a perfect example of his fighting prowess. Of course, in reality, it was an awkward stumble that nearly ended with him falling on his face, but he simply could not see it that way. He turned to see his brother's bum up in the air, playfully bowing in front of him as he spoke. "Of course it's a bad idea, but I bet we could still do it." He said, wishing he could truly let his brother go off on his adventures and join him without that stupid conscious nagging at him. Sure, one could also call in intelligence and logic, but at the same time he was still a pup. Such words really held little meaning to him.
He knew they would be powerful warriors, unstoppable monsters once they grew to their full size, but for now they were only pups that had yet to grow into their enormous ears and paws. "I say we see what's in there. Maybe Lilith will practice hunting with us later and we can tear off all the legs of the Alligators when we get bigger." He said, knowing that there was little chance of them surviving an alligator's attack at their age. Maybe with some practice and time, they could beat every single alligator on the island. Plus, he never really passed up the opportunity to play with Lilith. She was much bigger than both of them, but he knew that they would catch up in size eventually. After all, their father was huge. Why would they be any different?
He pounced at his brother, pawing playfully at his face as he tried to start a tussle. Sure, it was no play fight with the much larger and older female pup, but he loved playing with his twin. Even just the closeness made him feel alive and at home. Othrys was really all that he needed in life, even if their mother did give them milk from time to time. But soon they would not even need her. Soon they would outgrow her and she would cease to be useful and meaningful. The wolf that gave birth to them would serve her purpose and they would easily surpass her in worth and power. The young prince laughed, tugging on Othrys's ear and rolling over on his back, knowing that his brother would likely pounce back at him and land on top of him. They were the same size, though, so it really did not matter. When they were older, when they went off to train as warriors, the play would turn into spars and would become more serious. But right now, when they were all on their own with no one else to see, they could be who they really were, brothers.
As the two black wolves stealthily left the den, first one, then the other, Typhon's ruddy brown ears twitched at the sounds, and a single green eye opened, peering out into the darkness that was slowly lightening. He saw only a glimpse of their movement and assumed them to be sneaking off only because they could--both Othrys and Olympus were fairly rebellious, as well as attached at the hip. If one went somewhere, so did the other, almost without exception. It was as sweet as it was disgusting, and Typhon was exceptionally glad that he had no such bond with his horrible siblings. It made him only slightly jealous that the twins were so in sync, so loving, but he was not willing to get that close to any of his littermates; it just wouldn't be worth it.
When the twins were fully out of the cave, Typhon stretched his rapidly growing, light-colored legs at the edge of all the pups, where he had fallen asleep apart from the rest. Had he been given a choice, he would have curled up under a bush somewhere instead of near so many others, but his mother would not allow them to sleep outside the den yet, despite their being plenty big enough to handle it. Perhaps she simply wanted to spend as much time with the little ones as she could before they grew up, but it was hard to sleep with so many bodies and noises and that horrible heat emanating from multiple wolves.
His stretching complete, Typhon yawned widely and stood tall on all fours, towering over the sleeping brood and getting taller every day. His increased size would, some day, make him one of the largest from his mother, though it was clear even now that Samson and Lillith would soon be bigger even than he was. Though he would have preferred to be the largest, he would make up for his lack of size with determination and skill, and he would stop at nothing to be the best wolf among his siblings.
Othrys and Olympus, however, were much smaller than the rest and thus he could best them any time. It was for that reason that he carried his slim body forward and out of the den, walking awkwardly through tangled legs and over cuddled bodies. He may have trod on a toe or an ear, but no one woke as he stumbled into the dirt outside, closing his eyes against the morning sun and letting it warm his fur for a moment before continuing on, heading silently toward the quiet sounds of the twins. They were at the edge of the swamp, an area Typhon had not yet taken the time to explore, so his curiosity was thoroughly peaked as he crept forward, careful to place his feet where they would make little to no noise.
Othrys was carrying on about alligators when the larger pup came within proper listening distance, saying something about how they were going to rip a leg off of one. Typhon scowled, shaking his head in shame. Did the little black wolf really think that two stupid pups were capable of taking on such an impressive reptile? It was absurd to think even two full-grown wolves could handle a tough predator like that. But perhaps he was thinking too logically--Othrys might just be trying to goad his brother into something stupid, though the prospect of the twins getting eaten by an alligator was not very appealing. He might not particularly like the two, but he certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to them.
"What's this I hear about you two doing something ridiculous?" Typhon piped up in his adolescent voice, deep but still with a touch of very young wolf. He stepped forward to meet the two at the edge of the swamp, behind them instead of next to them. Instead of fully imposing on their brotherly time, the slightly-older pup thought it would be smarter to stay apart from them, in case his presence was not taken well and the two got defensive. He would have some trouble trying to fight off both of them but his size advantage would certainly help. "Othrys, you of all wolves I would expect to know better. Unless your intention is to be eaten alive, of course. Then, by all means, go ahead and mess with an alligator's leg." The young wolf sat himself down a short distance away from the black brothers, curling his small tail delicately around his left side and peering at the two with an expression that held both curiosity and the silent question of if the two would welcome Typhon on whatever morning adventure they had planned.
Word Count || 804 Tag || Olympus, Othrys Muse || (: Notes || Hope this is okay, guys. x) I wasn't sure how you had planned their companionship to be but I assumed they would be friendly at least. Let me know!
if i ever said i'm never scared, you know i mean it.
In sync, Othrys smiled at his brother, more loving than snarky. It was a rare time of peace for the two of them, and as Olympus grabbed his ear and rolled over, he pounced on top of him and bit at his neck playfully. He thumped down on his brother with all of his still-measly weight, and held his front paw in his teeth. “I cuh rrp yur leg ah!” he giggled, his voice horribly distorted by the leg in his mouth. They played hard, but he would never actually hurt his brother, or dream of ripping his leg off. The thought just made him laugh harder, spitting the mud from his brother’s fur out of his mouth and trying to drag it off of his tongue. The swamp mud was thick and grainy, and tasted like... well, mud.
In the middle of their tousling, the ebony prince heard a voice call to them, and he slowly pulled himself to his feet. The pup before them was almost a month older than he was, and was one of Datura’s brood. His creamy brown and black coat was still clean, unlike the twins’, and his uniquely green eyes shone. Othrys padded up to meet him, still smaller than the other but still proud in his own way. He was big too—his paws were already bigger than this brown wolf’s were. He was confident—and he had his brother here.
“Don’t ruin it, Typhon,” he goaded at him cheerily, but with his usual charming tone present again in his voice. Othrys challenged him with a dashing smile. “You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first!”
It was only moments before he was on his front legs in a play-bow, his tail wagging at his friend. They had basically been littermates, with their mothers being so close. And Typhon was one of the friendlier, more playful of Datura’s family. Erebos was weird, Beleth was quiet. Pandora was small. Samson was a bit too serious, and plus, everyone thought he was special. It narrowed Othrys’ play options to Lilith and Typhon, and he was happy to be around either one of them. He only wished that Lilith had come too.
He wasn’t stupid enough to attack an alligator, that was for sure. He darted out to nip Typhon on the chest, laughing. “One day we’ll get one,” he said to Olympus, or himself, or no one in particular. But he knew that wouldn’t stop them from exploring today. The black pup tagged Olympus with the top of his head before he sprinted into the woods, calling over his shoulder. “Bet you I’ll find one first, though!”
Their giggles were childish and playful, but at the same time little snarls and growls echoed around the two pups as they wrestled. Othrys's words drew a loud laugh from Olympus's chest, but only moments later his leg was released and another pup's voice filled the air, as well as his scent. He rolled over onto his side, watching his brother bound over to Typhon and goad him playfully. It was not too often that they played together with their own sister and Datura's litter as a whole, but there were a few pups that they almost never minded playing with. Lilith, of course, sometimes Samson, and then Typhon. The black prince rolled himself onto his belly, pushing up with his paws and standing up to his full height, which was only slightly smaller than the lighter colored pup right now. It was probably only because Typhon was slightly older than them, but he knew that both he and Othrys would grow into their enormous paws eventually.
It took him only a matter of moments to bound after his brother and come to an abrupt stop against his side, knocking playfully into his twin before he stood up straight again and grinned at Typhon. He was covered in mud now, from rolling on his back and wrestling with Othrys, and with a devilish grin he shook himself, sharing all of the disgusting filth that covered him with the two males that stood nearby. Then he laughed, watching his twin turn around quickly and spinning on his own paws to follow. The chase had started, off into the trees and the swamp where they were all sure to get into plenty of trouble and find tons of adventure. His over-sized paws carried him quickly over the swampy ground, or at least he preferred to believe so. In reality his steps were a bit clumsy, but he kept up with his brother quite easily. After a few moments he spotted the identical black form running through the trees and he increased his pace slightly in order to attempt a pounce.
It was unlikely that his move would make contact with his still moving brother, especially since he turned his head back at the last moment to see if Typhon had followed them. He honestly would not have blamed the other pup - or have been surprised - if he turned back to the den instead of following them into certain danger. The bigger pup probably had no trouble keeping up, but seconds later Olympus was looking back at his brother, ready to pounce, as well as trying not to trip over any rocks or roots on the way. He probably should have been looking out for alligators as well, but hey, a pup's mind was not always thinking about things that logically. He would get there, eventually.
A childish giggle left Typhon's own lips as he watched the antics of the two black males, the tip of his tail thumping against the ground a few times in a wag. These two, though not family, were his favorite little friends to spend time with, since they knew how to have fun and he could still best them easily with a little effort; his siblings, on the other hand, being older and larger, were becoming harder and harder to beat, and he needed time to train more before he could face his blood relatives again. So, instead, he spent time with Othrys and Olympus, even though they were growing just as fast and might soon surpass him in height as well.
When Othrys came close and nipped at his chest, Typhon snapped his jaws back near the wolf's cheek, grinning widely and staying where he was instead of leaping up and away. The light colored male in no way feared the darker one, and he was used to play fighting and biting enough that he could sit and stay nonchalant while a full mouth of tiny teeth came at him. "You think you're so threatening, don't you, puny wolf?" he mocked in a taunting voice, deep enough to be masculine but dripping with the squeaky tones of adolescence. "I'm so scared of your little baby teeth!" Then Olympus came over and doused them with a generous coating of mud, which left Typhon sputtering and lifting himself to his feet, shaking his pelt out dramatically as the twins darted off into the swamp.
Blinking mud out of his eyes, the older pup took off after the other two, barely keeping Olympus in his sight for the first few meters. After he was able to match their pace, Typhon kicked it up a notch, looking more majestic than his companions but still looking like a youngster, mostly due to the disproportionate sizes of his head, legs, and torso. With his age, the male was becoming more and more confident and secure in himself, though he was by no means about to be mistaken for a fully mature wolf. It would only be a matter of time, and when he was finally able to fully prove his worth, Goliath and Datura (his mother and father, of course) would see how he was the best of his siblings and give him a prestigious and coveted pack position so that he could, one day, rule alongside them, and then take over for his father after his death. At least, that's what I intend to do, Typhon thought to himself, grinning widely as he moved through the swamp and within reach of Olympus.
After several more graceful bounds, he was within reach of the smaller male. "Gotcha!" he shouted gleefully, clamping his teeth down hard on the middle of his tail, flying behind the dark wolf like a banner. Once he captured the appendage, Typhon planted his feet, intending to yank Olympus off balance and into the ruddy water on the edges of the path they had been running on.
Word Count || 530 Tag || Olympus, Othrys Notes || Hope it's okay that I made Typhon be a total butt. Let me know if you want me to change it!
As Othrys ran, the wind through his fur was deafening. He turned over his shoulder to see his brother making steady pace, and he dodged through the trees to evade him, a gurgling laugh rising in his chest.
In his mind, he moved impressively, like a cougar through the brush. His footfalls were calculated, every breath perfectly timed in rhythm with his paws. He was graceful despite his lankiness, and his spine rippled like the tide, effortlessly taking in the force of every step. He could feel his blood coursing through his veins, and he imagined it sparkling like gold and silver. He knew, of course, that blood was red. But he’d never been cut open—how did anyone know that his blood wasn’t more beautiful, more special?
As the ebon prince tore through the brush, he was stunned by a yelp, flipping his body around and landing with the brunt of his weight, which caused him to topple and roll. For a moment, he forgot the tune of his brother’s call and preoccupied himself with making sure that no one saw his less-than-perfect turn. Satisfied that the two other boys hadn’t, he bolted back in their direction.
Typhon had Oly by the tail, and an insidiously charming smile tore its way across his lips. Without missing a stride, he leapt into the air and onto Typhon’s back, sinking his teeth into the fur around his neck in an attempt to pull him off of his brother. He ducked and rolled to avoid retaliation, and instead danced with his front legs digging into the earth. “Momma’s boy wants to play!” he growled, egging his friend on with a flashing, toothy smile. He did enjoy Typhon’s company, that was for sure—but playfighting with someone older was much more fun when you were a twin.
Syncing up wordlessly with Olympus, he circled around Typhon and laughed before he darted forward and dropped, putting himself directly underneath his body, before he launched upward with all his might in an attempt to knock the pup off of his feet.
tags:Olympus, Typhon words: 355 muse: decent notes: We needed a good playfight for them to work together! <3 Hope this is okay.
He threw himself after his brother, but, with his focus back on the dark form in front of him, he failed to keep an eye on the larger male quickly coming up behind him. Suddenly, without any warning - though he would have realized if he had been paying more attention - he was jerked backwards, by the tail. He squealed - well, yelped - and fell backwards into the mud, and Typhon. He was quick to recover, though, and he scrambled to his feet quickly as Othrys turned around ahead and pounced on top of Typhon. He pulled himself away from the two other pups for a moment, shaking some more mud from his fur but honestly caring little for the lack of hygiene that he now boasted. Instead, he threw himself back into the fray, baring his little fangs and trying to catch Typhon by the ear or neck or shoulder, or anything really.
His first shot missed, making him knock into the older pup at the shoulder as his brother rolled and pushed up against him by pushing up from the ground to try and knock him over. Perhaps, the combination of both moves could knock the larger pup off of his feet so they could pounce on top of him together. Sure, Typhon could easily best them each on their own, but together they believed themselves to be unstoppable. He growled playfully, his tail wagging excitedly behind him as they all played. They were all growing so fast, and soon enough they would not be able to get away with such immaturity. They would have jobs to do, responsibilities, and they would all be warriors of Kairos. They would not be young pups playing in the swamp anymore. He and his brother would always be together, and though he knew that Typhon would probably still be a part of their lives, they likely would never be as close as they were right now, again. They would be more serious, they would be warriors, strong, powerful, responsible. Well, at least he and Typhon would be. Othrys was a completely different story.
Words: 350 Tags: Othrys, Typhon Notes: Sorry this post sucks D=
Last Edit: Oct 18, 2015 22:08:27 GMT -5 by Severus
Kenai x Mexican x Mack Valley | Male | 1 Year | Kairos Youth
When the other wolf yelped and collided with him, Typhon tried to get away but was unable to do anything until the smaller pup got to his feet. He was just getting his feet under him when Othrys pounced, knocking the larger wolf off balance but not toppling him completely. The thick fur on the nape of his neck kept the lighter wolf from being damaged, but the bite itself pushed a button in the male that sharpened his focus and deepened his determination, lighting a fire in his green eyes that showed itself as a brilliant sparkle in the morning light. A growl turned into a snarl as he whirled around to face his first combatant, ignoring his brother for the moment as Othrys taunted him with his rump in the air.
Seconds passed and then Olympus smacked into Typhon's shoulder, though he made sure to snap his teeth in the direction of the darker pup's face in the hopes that he could scrape a tooth against some part of him. As his own head whipped around, he felt Othrys beneath him and twisted his body slightly, placing a paw on an incoming shoulder and launching himself higher in the air, using momentum from the other young wolf to carry him up, where he then turned again to aim his bared teeth directly back down at the bolder brother, again ignoring Olympus for the moment. As he began his descent, Typhon twisted madly once more, using his faster downward momentum to point his paws at Olympus, whom he thought would move but could still knock over with his extra weight if the blow landed correctly.
They had fought together before; all of the pups from the spring had. But it had always been one pup against another, not one against two. Typhon had bested nearly all the pups he had fought (Lilith and Samson, with their larger statures, had been the only two that regularly won in play fights) and he still had a size advantage on these two. However, their tactical advantage being two against one, he was not sure this would end very well for him. Surely they would do no lasting damage, but Typhon wasn't sure he was ready for any scars. Then again, scars were a sign that you fought a hard battle and won, weren't they?
They also mean that you took a risk you shouldn't have, and made mistakes, rumbled a quiet but clear voice in his head, causing a cascade of shame to wash over the young male. Scars are not to be romanced; they are ugly reminders of battles that should have been avoided. You know better, young fool, so quit this folly now. You cannot best these wolves today. Typhon's shame was replaced with a hot rage, leaking through his body and giving him strength. Whoever had the ability to speak directly to his thoughts might not believe in him, but he had gotten himself into this and it was more shameful to flee a fight than to lose one. If his fate on this morning was to lose a playfight, so be it. This was no life or death battle, and he would not run from two whelps younger than he.
Word Count || 552 Tag || Othrys, Olympus Notes || Fighting is like my least favorite thing in the world guys SORRY I'M SO BAD AT IT
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
Post by Wildlife [NPC] on Jul 23, 2015 23:23:27 GMT -5
The female moved slowly through the dense foliage, crawling in and out of the watery pools of the swamp with relative ease. She was quicker in the water, and certainly more agile. As she watched the young wolves play, her eyes only widened- they were perfectly sized, but too far from the water's edge. She only watched, silent and patient, waiting for them to stray into er domain. The young creatures might be the kings of solid ground, but her kind were certainly the queens of this swamp.
It was a simple life that she led, truly unbiased towards the rest of the world. She was an opportunistic killer, eating when prey came into grasp and never taking what she didn't need to live. It was how she survived, and she thrived at it. A whopping twelve feet from snout to tail, she kept track of the passing seasons and knew herself to be almost 63 years old. While the times changed, packs of wolves came and went, and new young lived and died, she was always here. Contrary to the canine species that inhabited the island, the female didn't bother naming her young. She had over 400 eggs laid- she'd stopped counting after the first few clutches. It was the reason she didn't have a name, and her mother before her never had a name. Half would die before hatching, at least. It was expected that that number would be cut in half again as they were young, and perhaps halved again as they grew. To live was to be patient, and she was certainly patient.
It had occurred to her, in her wisdom and age, that the wolves grieved over their lost young. She eyed the three playing males with gleaming, wet irises, and flicked her eyelids over them systematically as they peered from the murky depths of the nearest pool. Their species had pitiful existences, always grieving and always moping about, always dramatic. She didn't hate them at all, but their innate care for one another had never ceased to intrigue her. It was no matter- their grief upon losing a pup would not phase her. There was no reason to grieve over the life of another creature, and though she would appreciate them for the life they would give her in the coming months as she set out to find a mate during the dry season, she would never feel guilt for them. It was simply a waste of time.
As if the Water Spirit himself commanded it, one of the black wolf pups landed a hind leg in the water, and with a hearty bellow, she launched from the water and snapped her jaws, narrowly missing the creature as it pounced away. With a hiss, she stepped onto the land in her full stature, her thousands of pounds shaking the earth as she rose. The pups promptly ran away from her, out of reach and out of sight.
When she was satisfied that they were not returning, the female Nile crocodile quietly slipped back into the swampy marsh and rested in the warm pool. She would be patient; it was no matter.
Last Edit: Jul 23, 2015 23:30:25 GMT -5 by Zohartze
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