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“I know I saw it here somewhere.”

The large wolf said as he entered the dark swamp. He took slow and careful steps as looked around, his ears were erected and his nose was pointed toward the sky.

“I can smell him.”

A wounded deer had fled into the swamp from protection as Dire was trying to catch it. Although, the animal wasn't too bright to think the swamp was the safest place to go. Dire himself wasn’t worried about the crocodiles that ruled the swamp, but the fact they might get to his dinner before he did. His belly rumbled and his mouth salivated at the thought of juicy deer meat. It was a great catch and he wasn’t about to let anyone else get his prize before him. He could sense the wounded animal, it had broken its back leg and it ran clumsily threw the swamp, making it very easy to follow, despite that he couldn’t see it in sight. He took his time as he follow the trail, following the broken branches and the slight hints of blood upon the grass from the wounded beast. A smirk pushed at the edge of his maw as he lifted his head up. This was going to be too easy. It wasn’t really a kill to test his strength though, for any average wolf can kill a deer that is wounded as such. It wasn’t much of a challenge, but he still enjoyed the chase.


“I’m getting closer…” he whispered to himself as he soon spotted the deer grazing on some grass about ten feet away. Dire lowered himself into the grass, trying to keep himself hidden from the animal. He began to slowly crawl forward until he was the right length so he could leap forward and attack. However, right before he could do that, a crocodile leapt from the waters with its shiny teeth bare as he reared for the deer. The deer caught the sight of the croc just in time and quickly dashed away, only damaging its leg even further. “Damn it!” Dire cursed as he revealed himself from his hiding spot. He watched as the crocodile retreated into the water, he watched as it rippled and that grew still, it was almost as if it was never there to begin with. Dire sighed and shook his head as he turned and began to head in the direction that the deer ran. He knew that it wouldn’t be able to walk soon and he was right – for he soon spotted the deer heaving heavily on the ground.

Dire licked his maw as he made his way closer; however before he could reach his beloved meal, the smell of another wolf engulfed his nostrils. He lowered his hears and let out a growl. He was not about to let anyone claim his meal.


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Residing on Ina’mos once more was strange – strange, and haunting. Every path, every crevice, was bloated and swollen with shattered memories. It had been at its worst when Sabaoth had first set foot upon the sandy shores of Ina’mos several moons ago. The fear had penetrated him, cold and unwelcome, making him feel weak and inferior. It was not an emotion that Sabaoth welcomed, nor one that he ever intended to feel again. Despite the pangs of uneasiness that itched and crawled like worms beneath his pelt, he’d forced himself to adjust, to ignore the wisps of ghosts that dug their claws into his skull and whispered to him with barbed tongues. It was a strange sensation to lurk through Ina’mos once more, and even stranger still when he paused to mull over the fact that he was now a member of Kairos, serving under his elder brother’s reign. He had not intended to find himself functioning within a pack ever again, and so it was with great restraint that Sabaoth would force himself to blend into the ranks of Kairos. As it was, the massive brute found himself exploring the territory for what felt like the hundredth time in his attempt to come to terms with what was now his home once more. It was the swamp that his large paws led him to, the stink of it reminding him of his youth when he wound flee to the dark, desolate depths to revel in solitary.

For some time, the bog was all that he smelled. Each deep inhale of his large chest brought a plethora of scents into his nose, none of them pleasing…but then suddenly, one was. It was the coppery tang of blood that flowed through his nostrils, seeming to slip through his throat to settle on the tip of his tingling tongue. He paused, dark body half concealed in the shadows of a large oak as he lifted his scarred visage towards the canopy above, his tongue darting out as if he could taste it upon the air. His nostrils flared, eyes heavily lidded as he started in the direction of the scent. Perhaps it was an injured pack mate, or maybe prey. He was not particularly hungry – he’d feasted upon the delicious flesh of a young cougar, not even having reached adulthood, which had become his favorite prey after his marring. He could still recall the cries of the creature ringing in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine as he tromped through the trees.

It was shortly after the scent of deer hit him that he was halted by a low growl from just around the cluster of trees before him. Frowning, Sabaoth stepped into the opening, turning his large cranium until pale blue eyes met deep yellow. It was another brute, reeking of Kairos and quite clearly hunting the same scent that had caught Sabaoth’s attention. His pelt was a mottled plethora of colors, his size considerably lesser than Sabaoth’s, and yet certainly large enough for one who did not commonly find himself surrounded by giants. One of the packs warriors, I would assume, he thought, for judging by what he had learned of Kairos, each male was useful and put to work if he’d been given the honor of acceptance. Sabaoth offered the male a stiff nod, his deep voice quiet in an attempt to not scare the injured deer even further away.

”I have no intention of taking your prey from you,” he informed the stranger, gesturing with a broad sweep of his muzzle in the direction that the scent was strongest. ”By all means.”

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It wasn’t long before the wolf made himself clear until Dire. A larger wolf than himself, both in height and in weight, but that didn’t scare him in the least. His body was thin, muscles rippling underneath his pelt. He was built for strength and for speed. Koder could sense something about him, but he wasn’t quite sure, he couldn’t pin point it exactly and that bothered him. He nodded his head gradually when he had made it clear that he did not intended to steal Dire’s lunch. However, as soon as Dire turned to claim his meal, that blasted crocodile (or perhaps even another) had appeared out of nowhere and with its powerful jaws seized a hold of the dying deer and dragged it back into the waters. “Damnit!” Dire hissed out, knowing that it was foolish to try to take on a croc. So he just stood there and watched all his hard work from this morning go to waste. It was then he turned his attention back to the larger wolf before him. He could sense that his dominance was over him and so he lowered his head slightly, although it killed him to do so. He wasn’t one to like to take orders from those around him; however Goliath had allowed him and his brother be a part of his pack and pretty much stayed out of his way, he wasn’t going to do anything to lose that. It was then that it hit him.

“You are the brother of Goliath,” Jedidiah said smoothly. He heard of his brothers, but this is the first time meeting one of them. It was very obvious to him as there was a resemblance about them, that he could not exactly pin point. Dire remained silent in that moment. He wasn’t one to chit chat about trivial things such as how the weather was or how their day was. The only ones he put up with such nonsense were with females, but that was a different story, at least with that he got something out of it. They were the ones he much rather spend his free time with, not other males. The only one he could stand most of the time was his twin brother. Although he respected Goliath, he didn’t spend all his free times ‘hanging’ out with him. Although, he was curious as to what brought the wolf deep within the swamp. It didn’t seem in the norm for one to just go through a cruise in the swamp. But, he didn’t ask.

He didn’t want to stay in this god-forbid swamp for too much longer. He was hungry and now he had to go spend his afternoon hunting once again and it wasn’t as if there was going to be another injured deer nearby. It was easy for a lone wolf to take down such a being; however a healthy deer wasn’t quite as easy and even Dire would admit that he would have trouble doing it, especially since he spent his morning using his stamina in order to catch this particular deer. He would most likely have to go and do some fishing, which he was beginning to grow tired of.


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While Sabaoth might have expected the brute to challenge his word in some vain attempt to appear masculine, as most brutes seemed to do as of late, he was clearly mistaken. The male offered no verbal response, nodding instead before turning to pursue his prey. Sabaoth stood his ground silently, half-lidded gaze glued on his pack mate and his approach towards the deer. There was the briefest moment where the mixed brute had an opening, and indeed Sabaoth was prepared to see him take it, when suddenly from the depths of the murky water came the leathery hide of a crocodile, it’s jaws closing upon the deer’s hide, sealing its fate. Sabaoth quirked his brows with an amused twinge – not at the male’s expense, but rather at the ideas that flicked through his cranium. For a moment he was tempted to dive after the crocodile, to see if the mighty beast held up against his brute strength, but after a moment he discarded the idea in favor of turning his attention to the male, who was now speaking.

”You are the brother of Goliath,” he said, and Sabaoth did not miss the respectful dip of his head that made the behemoth’s pride twinge. It felt odd to be held in high esteem when only days before he’d been a nameless loner, and yet it was inevitable when he’d returned to his birth land only to find that Goliath had laid his claim. Sabaoth nodded his head in acceptance of the brute’s regard, offering only a simple ”Yes.” to his previous statement. He gave a quick flick of his thick tail to ward off the pesky flies that lingered around him, vainly attempting to burrow beneath his deep fur. ”I am Sabaoth.” He was not one of many words, and yet he could not so rudely turn and leave when the brute had behaved so appropriately towards him. There was also a large chance that he was a warrior, and Sabaoth needed to become well acquainted with those who he would fight alongside on the battlefield one day. He had heard of Goliath’s recent conquest where he’d waltzed his way into Acerbus and so boldly laid claim to it in the face of its previous alpha, which had made it blatantly clear that Kairos was making itself well-known. It was a large pack, larger than any Sabaoth had stumbled upon before, and it was formidable. Inevitably war would come, and when it did, he intended to trust every brother who stood beside him with blood bloating between the toes of their paws and victory upon their tongues.

”What is it that you are called?” He asked, for the simply sake of no longer having to refer to the stranger as “brute” in his mind. After a long moment another question came to the front of his mind, one that he was swift to voice. ”May I correctly assume that you are a warrior of sorts? Vanguard perhaps, or…” He paused, mulling over the ranks that had been provided to him for reference before recalling abruptly. ”Sentinel?”

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“It seems like you catch on quickly,” Dire said deviously as he nodded his head to confirm, “I am a sentinel and I am called Jedidiah.” He said using his real name rather than his nickname, which only a few selected people he allowed to call him Dire. He wasn’t sure why it mattered what his position was in the pack. It was just a label and it really didn’t mean much to him. He did what was expected of him and spent his free time doing what he wanted. It was a simple life, but it was enjoyable. He wasn’t about to do something stupid to get him thrown out of the pack. He wasn’t one of those stupid wolves who believed they were stronger then what they really were. He knew that he would never win a battle again Goliath or Titan. He knew his own strengths and his own weaknesses. He would never back down from a battle, but he wasn’t going to do anything reckless. The one before him was also quite bigger than he was.

“So what brings you into the swamp?” Dire finally asked him, letting his slight curiosity get the best of him. He really wasn’t one much for small talk, but the silence was stretching on and it was getting a little awkward. Normally he would just walk away, but seeing how this is Goliath’s brother, he figured he should be somewhat behaved and well-mannered (ugh). He didn’t like small talks. The only male he spent any time with was his brother and even that was few and far between. He either spent his free time by himself or entertaining the ladies of the pack with his charm. Honestly, that is where he would rather be now, talking to pretty females and watching their reactions. There was something about it that enticed him, it was something he craved. It was an obsession that he gladly let take control every inch of me.

Jedidiah didn’t say another word, waiting for Sabaoth to speak.


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Jedidiah. Sabaoth was quick to commit the name to memory, bobbing his head in satisfaction as the brute confirmed his rank. The dark giant was glad to see that there were indeed capable warriors in Kairos; it was becoming increasingly clear that Goliath knew how to lead a flourishing pack. It was a relief to find that Jedidiah was not the talkative type, for Sabaoth was not either, and nothing irritated him more than having to force conversation with someone who could not stand to be silent.

”So what brings you into the swamp?”

With a shrug of his large shoulders, Sabaoth briefly considered how much to tell Jedidiah. He hadn’t informed anyone else of his history with Ina’mos, and yet it wasn’t as if it were some secret. Sabaoth was more than certain that Jedidiah wasn’t the type to gossip, anyways. ”I was born here on Ina’mos, and departed when I was young,” he informed the male. He would not go too deeply into specifics; talking about it always awakened the deep hatred within him, which inevitably lead to the explosion of his temper. ”I suppose I wished to see if everything was still the same after my return. The swamp certainly doesn’t smell any better than it once did.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he glanced around. Even as a pup when he’d hidden here beneath the thick roots of the trees to escape from his parents and siblings, the smell had seeped into his fur and wafted around him for days afterwards. It was not a pleasant place, but it was dark and comforting when one wished to be alone. He did not say any of this, for he did not wish to prattle on like some sentimental fool; the knowledge lay silent and secure within him.

”How long have you called Ina’mos your home?” He asked after a long moment, pale blue eyes meeting Jedidiah’s gaze once more.


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“Yes, it is rather brutal in here.” Dire commented as he looked around the swamp. It wasn’t a place he would just go in for fun or anything like that. This was the first time he had entered the swamp and he doubted that he would be returning. He wasn’t into the whole ‘daredevil’ type, if he was then he would have tried to fight that croc for his dinner, but instead he watched as it slipped away from him. He took a deep breath, turning his attention back to Sabaoth who then went on to mention a little too why he was here. Jedidiah could tell there was more to the story, but he didn’t push on the subject. It was his business if he wanted to share or not and it wasn’t as if he was curious or not. They all had their secrets and he would only comment more if it was another female, because then he could use her words to his advantage, but there was no advantage he could gain from knowing Sabaoth’s personal story. It wasn’t as if he was going to try to outrank him or anything. Jedidiah knew his place and he was just fine with that.

“Only for a moon cyle or so,” Dire admitted to him, remembering that it wasn’t too long ago that him and his brother were washed up here, “actually I am not from this land, but from another, far away.” He said. He had no idea where his previous home was located. He didn’t miss it though. It was dead, it was filled with hunters, and everything always ended in a fight. The only good thing that came out of it is how Dire got so good when it came to fighting. He wasn’t brutal, he used his head, and he was quick with his feet, able to overcome his opponents that often just used their strength to their advantage. “This place is much nicer than the place that I used to live. Me and my brother were on a ship sailing cross the sea when it crashed.” He told him, not saying too much more.

“It was then that Goliath allowed us to join his pack.” He was grateful for that, and whatever Goliath would ask of him, he would obediently oblige.


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A brother. So Sabaoth was not the only one with family ties within Kairos. He nodded his head as he considered the information; he could assume that Jedidiah’s brother was likely a warrior as well, although nothing more could be gathered from the brief mention. Was he as quiet and solemn as Jedidiah himself was? Sabaoth was sure that he would encounter him eventually, as well as another brute who was rumored to be a Vanguard, but who he had not yet spotted on Ina’mos. He’d heard that there was a female warrior instead, something that had initially made his brow quirk with disbelief. It had not been a jest, however, and had only piqued his interest further. Surely she must have been something fearsome to earn herself such a commonly masculine position.

Sabaoth did not miss the respectful lilt of Jedidiah’s words when he spoke of Goliath. It was clear that the brute respected his brother greatly, and while Sabaoth found himself generally unconcerned with the relationships between others, he could not deny that a stable relationship between a soldier and his commander, or in this particular case Alpha, was a bond better gained than lacked. Kairos boasted of astounding numbers, with terrifying warriors defending their home. Despite Sabaoth’s initial reluctance to be part of a pack once more, he was at least grateful that it was one so impressive that he now was a part of. ”Goliath is certainly something else,” Sabaoth found himself murmuring as he gazed off through the trees. His brother had changed so much from what he’d once recalled, but it was for the better it seemed. ”He has built quite an impressive empire, with many loyal followers.” He glanced back towards Jedidiah, pale eyes alight with unasked questions. ”You say you came on a…ship?” The word felt odd on his tongue, and yet Sabaoth recovered quickly. ”Where did you and your brother originally hail from?” He was unabashedly curious concerning any land that he had not seen with his own eyes before.

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“Indeed he is,” Jedidiah said with a nod of his head. Since he had joined the ranks of Kairos, even more had stumbled upon the lands as well as numerous of the females had given birth this season to future followers of Goliath. It seemed like nothing could stand in the way of the packs success and only the foolish would ever try to challenge it. Those in the pack followed Goliath and were loyal; otherwise they would probably be cast out…or worse. Dire wasn’t interested in trying to take over the pack or put himself in a position he knew would only end in defeat. He knew his strengths and he was comfortable with the position that he held. Goliath had given him a home and that was something he would defend even if it cost him his life. He was a warrior at heart, although he wouldn’t get into an unnecessary fight, there was something about it that was such a rush, it was like a natural high for him. “And it is only growing stronger and more powerful,” he added.

“Yes, a ship,” Dire said, remembering that day all too well, “My brother and I hail from a land far away. Off in the west,” as he motioned his head in the direction of his birth place. “We were on a trader’s ship; it was us and quite a few other animals. We were on there for several weeks before the ship crashed and we were able to make our escape. Goliath accepted us into his homeland and we have been here ever since.” He explained. His homeland, well it wasn’t much of a home, it was a dying place. The animals, the land and even the humans were starving out as a drought had plagued it. The humans that had captured them were selling them to god knows where to fill their empty bellies and their pockets. However, he had to be somewhat grateful because they landed in a better land and the two of them had become somewhat closer. Despite the fact they were twins, they never really did get along for they were quite the opposite in personality.

“It is not a place that I wish to return too.” He spoke after the silence stretched on for a few moments, shifting his weight as he looked up at the large male. He wasn’t intimidated by him. If Sabaoth wanted to fight, Jedidiah was pretty positive he would have already started one by now and Dire wasn’t about to test the brute’s strength with his own.


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Sabaoth nodded as Jedidiah spoke, genuinely interested in what the Sentinel had to say. He had heard whispered rumors of the two-legged, hairless barbarians who plagued other lands, fouling the earth with their hatred and greed. The word ship, while foreign to him, had gained meaning with Jedidiah’s explanation. While he had never seen one of these supposed ships before, Sabaoth’s mind worked quickly, grasping that it was something used to transport beings and things. It seemed a fortunate stroke of luck that Jedidiah and his brother had washed up upon the shores of Ina’mos and been granted safe haven by Goliath. Sabaoth himself could not imagine being at the mercy of the strange creatures he had heard so very little about, and while often times he wished that he could see the foreign lands that others told him of, he did not think he would have liked to visit a place where they reigned. Naturally he would not admit this to any others, but his expression darkened as he considered it. ”They do not seem like pleasant creatures,” he murmured after a long moment, shaking his pelt as if he could remove the thought of them as easily as he could remove dirt.

There was little else he could say on the topic, for he had only ever walked upon the soil of Anikira. Perhaps one day he would cross the borders of the country into foreign territory, but to do so would involve a treacherous swim, and it was unlikely that he would ever find the need to overexert himself in such a manor. ”I must admit, although the swamp is disgustingly dreary, it is a nice escape from so many waddling femmes,” he remarked under his breath, eyes flicking in Jedidiah’s direction as his lips pulled upwards into something that was almost a grin. He’d managed to miss the season by just a hair, instead finding an island populated by so many rotund she-wolves that it was very nearly comical. Everywhere he went he had to be cautious of his bulk, watching where he stepped and how swiftly he moved so as not to accidentally careen into one of the delicate vixens. ”Did you contribute to the masses this season?” He asked, more out of curiosity than necessity. He would not have been surprised if the brute told him to mind his own business, and yet he had asked for the sake of record. He was meticulous in his efforts, fully intending to be aware of who had sired each furry little pup that would weave around his legs in due time.

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