Chaos [Datura]

[Onyx]

From the moment he was born he knew he was different. If his gender wasn't a sheer indicator it was simply by the way he carried himself. He hardly spoke, unless directly spoken to. And he hardly reacted to much, even when his mother would reprimand him for disturbing his sisters, or for rough housing them. He had been confused at first, wasn't that what pups were supposed to do? And then after awhile he grew accustomed to it, knowing better then to show any affection to his sisters whilst their mother was around. He had been neglected, shoved away. He hadn't even been granted a name. It was as if he were trash, but his sisters hadn't treated him that way. They called him "The Boy" and he had grown quite used to it, often granting his smallest sister Willow a smile here and there whenever she spoke to him. Although he could not discern what affection was he did feel the urge to protect his smallest sister. But as time slowly passed, he became more curious of the outside world that their mother sheltered them from. He had only ever ventured out of their den once and that was with his other three siblings in toe. Granted they had all gotten into a heap load of trouble afterwards (probably because they were soaked from head to foot in mud) but he had..dare he say it.. enjoyed it! There was something about feeling the wind caress his face that made him hungry for more. He loved the freedom that being "outside" provided, and he wouldn't stop until he got it. On this particular night he had been sure to lay closest to the mouth of their den. He continued with their usual nightly routine. All of them would crowd around their mother as she told them stories of the goddess in the sky. He always hung back, knowing that his sisters took first priority. But he still listened. When the stories were over they all clambered closer to their mother's side, and before long he could feel the steady rise and fall of his sibling's sides as they slept. It was then that he slowly pealed back his eyelids, his bright orange optics glancing to his side to check his sleeping sisters.

Each of them had their own unique sleeping position. Lethe was lying beneath Tempest, meanwhile Willow was sprawled out with the lower half of her body draped across Tempest and the rest of her body snuggled up against their mother. It didn't take much for him to move away from them, just a little bit of back pedaling. He strode closer to the mouth of the den but halted for a moment. Glancing over his shoulder he gazed at his family, his eyes falling onto his sisters. He watched them for a moment, allowing this image to burn into the back of his brain before he took the leap out of the den. His paws landed in mud, the substance squishing between his toes. He stood still for a moment, holding his breath as the wind brushed against his face. He waited to see if his mother noticed his absence, but when neither she nor his sisters did he took his leave. He moved forward quickly, but it was still somewhat awkward because of his longer limbs. He was sprouting into a fit young brute, he would be muscular and healthy with the older he became. The stars dotted the night sky, as if they were leading him to his new destiny. He did not follow a particular trail and instead continued to move, to run as far as he could as fast as he could. Eventually the familiar scenery of his home began to wither away, but he paid no mind to this. It was when his legs began to tire that he slowed his gait, until finally he pulled to a complete halt. He pulled his haunches beneath him and sat, the ebony colored pup blending into the dark scenery aside from the silver patches on his body that stuck out like a sore thumb. He glanced back up at the sky, watching the stars eagerly. It was when he dropped his gaze that the true emptiness hit. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone. Something told him that his mother would not come searching, she would no longer be burdened by him. Another part of him thought of his sisters, and for once his heart dropped. He shrugged the feelings aside though. It was better this way. He would not feel sorry for himself, he could not. It was then that he lowered himself to the ground completely. His eyes closing as he allowed himself to drift off into sleep. Perhaps a better life would be waiting for him out here tomorrow.

notes: here we go <3
tagged: @datura
muse: muse explosion
word count: 954.
status: complete.

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The springtime on Anikira was different from the previous seasons in Datura’s existence. Here, there were flowers in abundance, rushing rivers teeming with life, mountain peaks still capped with ivory – a remnant of winter, now passed. The fragrance of night-blooming flowers was The breeding season had been particularly productive for Kairos, with a couple litters born and more on the way. By summer, their ranks would swell to numbers that no pack had ever claimed before in the region. The she-wolf’s pace was hurried as she traversed the unclaimed lands. She was anxious to return to her litter, though she knew they were safe and sound, cared for by her trusted female packmates. Her destination was Vor’asa, part of the Kairos Empire, where her sons would soon come. There, the sons of Goliath and Titan would learn the art of war, tactics and strategies to use for the gain of Kairos. It was just one of three territories that now belonged to Goliath, and to Kairos.

The victory was swift and definite – Descai’s land was conquered, in spite of the feeble efforts of their former alpha to retrain his old claims. Acerbus had fallen to Kairos, and the lingering exhilaration still coursed through her veins. Datura had not anticipated any resistance, but it had not mattered. The old ruler was displaced, and Goliath had risen in his place to take the misused land, to create another home for his ever-growing pack. The scene had been worth all of the effort on Datura’s part to be there to watch it, swimming to the new land and now, having to swim back to Ina’mos. Her only regret was that Vorilye had not stayed around long enough to attempt to fight the much larger, much younger brute. Even still, the golden muzzle of the former alpha had turned away, and the male had vanished into the distance with Kamari as his solace.

The gods of her ancestors favored them. She was convinced of it now. Once their young ones were old enough to play their part in Kairos, they would be truly unstoppable.

As sun faded and stars began to appear in the dark sky, Datura knew she would not make it to Ina’mos that night. She thought of her pups, and she felt an ache in her chest – she wanted to be there, keeping them all in check. The maternal instinct she had never known herself capable of was nearly overpowering – the devotion to her sons and daughters, her pride as she watched them grow and thrive. The lands of R’imdar had not been claimed by any alpha, bordered by two packs with significantly opposing ideals. To the south, the lands belonged to Valyn, and to the north, Kairos. Separated by a sloping valley and strong ideology, Datura knew little about the pack or who resided in the jungle. The scent of another caught her attention first – the smell of puppy, something that Datura was now intimately familiar with.

If she had not been looking for the child, she could have stepped on him. His dark form was the perfect camouflage for the midnight hour, leaving the pup scarcely visible, save for a few pale markings. From a distance, it appeared as if he was dead. Datura stepped closer to see that his chest was still moving, so perhaps he was just asleep. She could smell traces of the child’s mother on his physique, mud caking his ebony pelt, but he was a pitiful sight – a lone pup, dirty and asleep, left to his own. What mother would allow her offspring to wander off unattended? She looked at the boy, brows furrowed and expression curious as she stepped carefully toward the foundling. Compared to her own sons, he was rather small, but he appeared to be fed, in spite of his ragged appearance. He was certainly not a runt, and the pup looked healthy enough at first glance. No missing patches of fur, no mange, nothing discernibly wrong with the youth.

And yet there he was, beyond the borders of any pack and without protection. She cleared her throat to announce her presence, cautious in her approach so that he would not be startled. Only the gods knew how long he had been out there. ”Little one.  Where is your mother?” Her voice was gentle as a lullaby, warm and inviting, features softened for the sake of the child. ”What is your name?”

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tag: Onyx

ooc: sorry for the wait! finals boo

[Onyx]

He was unsure of how long he slept for, but for once while he did sleep he actually dreamed. In his dream he could see Willow and Tempest, meanwhile Lethe yelled for him to come play. But as he went to move forward it was as if his body couldn't go anywhere. He glanced downward and his paws seemed to be trapped in mud. But this mud was so thick it was impossible for him to even lift his legs out of the substance. He glanced up then and suddenly they were all staring at him, blankly. Stay there Boy. Willow spoke before turning, meanwhile Tempest and Lethe left without speaking a word. He tried to yell out but he couldn't find his voice. It was then that his mother walked past him, passing a sideways glance towards him. You don't come with us. She told him with a stern voice. His ears flattened against his skull, his orange occuli glancing down at his paws. When he looked back up they were gone and a thick fog had taken their place. He tried to run but he couldn't. And soon the fog enveloped him. Suddenly his lids were flashing back, his eyes darting around nervously. It was then that he realized his dream had become a reality. His family was gone, as well as his comfortable den. He felt alone. More so alone then what he had felt when he was with them. Why had he left? Maybe he should have just stayed with them, even if it meant not being accepted. At least then he still had a home, still had shelter. But he would not feel pity. Instead anger boiled inside of him. He was furious. Why did he have to be born into such a life? He rose off of the ground then but froze immediately when he felt the presence of another. Little one. Where is your mother? He glanced up then, his orange occuli locking with the gaze of the stranger. She was larger then him but much smaller then what his mother had been. She is gone. He spoke blandly, his gaze wandering over the female's frame.

There were different scents clinging to her hide, all of which he did not recognize. There was also a muskiness to her pelt, one that smelled similar to his own scent. Did she come from a land that harbored males? He was curious now as he sat on his haunches. What is your name? She questioned him and his brow furrowed as he thought of a response to the stranger. They called me Boy. He responded as it was the most honest answer. He had never been named from his mother, though his sisters had. Instead they all referred to him as either Boy or The Boy. He was used to being referred to that and only that, so now it was strange for him to envision having a name. Am I supposed to have one... He asked quietly, his gaze surveying her face for any telltale sign that the way his mother had raised him was wrong. In the back of his mind he had always thought that something was off, especially with the way his mother had looked at him. It was as if she loathed him before she even had him. It was then that he waited for this stranger to give him an explanation. It seemed that she knew a lot about how things worked, and he hoped that she could give him some much needed answers. He moved a little closer to her, seeking the warmth that her body could provide. It was getting colder as the night moved on and he wouldn't be able to keep himself warm through the night.

notes: sorry for the wait <3
tagged: @datura
muse: decent
word count: 786.
status: complete.

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The boy was not alarmed by the presence of a stranger, making no attempt to jerk away or call out. Many pups would have cowered or cried for their mothers at the sight of an unknown wolf. Instead, the ebony child looked back at Datura, fiery eyes meeting her own, unflinching. ”She is gone.” No semblance of emotion tainted the words, no hint of fear. Again, she silently assessed the boy for any sign of deficiencies, any obvious reason that his mother had apparently abandoned him there. Again, she saw nothing that warranted his neglect. Anger roiled within her at the thought, though, for the moment, her expression remained unperturbed. He appeared to be the picture of health, and a male – something prized within her own pack. He was a promising boy, left to die alone in the wilderness. Datura’s mind was made up even before her maw parted to speak again. The decision was obvious: He would belong to Kairos. The pack’s matriarch would not leave him there to die.

The answer to the femme’s second inquiry earned an equally disturbing response: ”They called me Boy.” Finally, her frustration broke through her stoic façade. Her eyes narrowed, breaking away from the unfortunate, nameless creature to stare into the darkness from which he came. She could scarcely imagine a mother so atrocious that she had not bothered to name her son. After all, she and Goliath had named their litter the very day of their birth. The boy’s hushed voice questioned, ”Am I supposed to have one...” Dark lips pursed as her focus returned to the motherless pup, a frown tugging at her expression. ”Every wolf should have a name, little one.” And he was a little one, at least compared to her own litter. The pup was inching over slowly, and perhaps it was maternal instinct that allowed him near. Opportunity also swayed her opinion. All that she accomplished, she did for Kairos, for her alpha and their family. Soon, her sons would leave Ina’mos to learn the art of warfare. This boy would be useful for them to practice their newfound skills, and advantageous for Kairos someday when he was grown. Her tail curled around the abandoned youth, drawing him closer to her form. The night was only beginning, and a cool ocean breeze rustled her fire-kissed fur.

Within seconds, however, Datura was back on her paws. This place was not safe enough. ”You may call me Mother Datura. And you…” His jet black coat was significantly different than the array of pelts her own brood sported. With the exception of silvery flecks of fur on his visage, he was exceptionally dark. The female’s smile widened when a suitable moniker crept into her mind. ”Come now, Onyx. The hour is late, and a long journey awaits us tomorrow. We must stay the night in Kairos territory.”

Casting another cautious glance about, Datura felt satisfied that the mother wolf was long gone. Even if she did return, she would find her son gone. Without further comment, the Mexican fae nudged Onyx onward, to a new life – and, unbeknownst, to the place his sire had once called home. Datura would never venture to guess that Sanris had fathered a litter beyond Kairos. The brute seemed to have abandoned the pack, unaware that his seed had blossomed in the womb of a stranger. Sanris was gone before ever getting the chance to meet his son. Onyx would never be her son, naturally. Her own sons were enormous, impressive, qualities that the abandoned boy did not possess, but Datura would do her part. Kairos always had a place for another potential warrior in their ranks.

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tag: Onyx

[Onyx]

The boy sat silently, surveying the female as she returned her stare. He waited for judgement to befall him, it was after all the only thing he was accustomed to. It was strange how things were unfolding before him. Just hours before he had been safe and sound in his family den, and now he was miles away from there, in the darkness with a strange female. But something about her lured him closer. He wanted to go with her. She emitted some type of power that was so foreign to him but so tantalizing all the same. He wanted the power that she held. He wanted some type of good feeling to hold on to. Not the dread and automatic hatred he always felt so heavily inside of him. Every wolf should have a name, little one. Her words only confirmed what he had always wondered, and inside his anger boiled. So why had he not been named? Why had his mother neglected him? What did he do to deserve it? Perhaps he was always meant to be hated. Perhaps that was what he was put on this earth for. For others to pick at him like vultures, to use him to their advantage. Maybe that was the future he had to look forward to. You may call me Mother Datura. And you... Mother Datura. His savior. It was then that he knew he would always remain grateful to his adoptive mother. He had no idea what he was getting into, or what his future would look like but he knew that he needed to follow her. She was his way out of the dark and dingy life that he lived. Come now, Onyx. The hour is late, and a long journey awaits us tomorrow. We must stay the night in Kairos territory.

She named me. He thought to himself and for a moment he was frozen in place. Not out of fear but out of wonder. She had not judged him, had not scolded him. No, she had greeted him warmly and had given him a place beside her. She had named him. Something no one in his old life had taken the time out of their day to do. His tail slowly wagged for a minute, and then relaxed once again. It was then that he realized she really was taking him with her. Wherever this Kairos place was, it would be his new home. Inside a part of him was eager, but his face remained a blank canvas. He continued to roll his new name around in his head and felt happiness for once in his young life. Datura had given him something he had always yearned for, recognition. He knew then that he would not disappoint her. It was simply something that could not be done. Failure would never be an option for the ebony pup. He boldly stepped forward then until his body was pressed up against her legs. Their contact was brief and already he felt more attached to her then his own birth mother. He inhaled her scent and got a mixture of other scents, including pups just like him. Perhaps he would have new siblings? The thought enticed him further. He detached himself from her then and waited for her cue. He was ready for this new journey, no matter how long it took to get there.

notes: sorry for the wait <3
tagged: @datura
muse: decent
word count: 711
status: complete.