Conflicted. [Joining/Open]

[Laertes]

Is today a good day to die?

Constantly he was haunted by the question. It resonated inside of him. Little did it matter how insouciant he looked - and did he ever look insouciant - because he could feel the way that misery gnawed at his heels, wherever he was he could feel it, but he had learned to cope with the worst of it. His face was a perfect mask of neutrality, of disinterest, which was funny for someone who found that everything was worth looking at, but it was easier to keep that to himself. Interesting things, after all, evoked the relentless need to get closer, to become more familiar with, and that was a kind of attachment he simply couldn’t afford. Rather, he simply couldn’t keep up with. Attachment had a tendency to go hand-in-hand with expectations, and there was very little that could be expected of him. How was he supposed to follow through with . . . anything when, as it was, he was hardly inclined to take another step? Even breathing was a chore. Sometimes he found himself having to think about it, having to force himself to do it, and he thankfully had enough sense to comprehend just how scary that really was, but knowing something was bad didn’t mean he knew that something had to be done about it. As far as he could see, it wasn’t a problem until he literally stopped breathing, and by then it would be too late to fix it.

He was unnaturally energetic given his mindset. Nobody would assume that the prancing creature with a smile on his face had nothing but darkness to his name, but wasn’t that the point of it all? He wanted to be more than what he was, and maybe that wasn’t possible, maybe he would die before he got the chance to know what it actually felt like to live, but that was okay, he had accepted it in fact; he had become a master at pretending that there was something in tomorrow to look forward to. It had unfortunately seemed like today would be yet another one of those disappointments, where he would fall asleep feeling as empty as when he had awoken, but then he was bombarded by a change of the wind, and suddenly there was something of interest for him in today’s tomorrow that he could lazily look forward to.

If the truth was to be told he had no idea where he was going, when he would get there, or why he was going there in the first place, but he didn’t have anywhere else to be and any type of distraction was generally a good one. There was an electricity in his eyes as he scanned the unfamiliar for a trace of life, and he could have sworn that he felt nothing more than genuine excitement for the length of a heartbeat before the feeling vanished, before he could even be certain that it had been there, but he didn’t dwell in the disappointment for long - he wasn’t one to claim that he could feel things.

He hadn’t noticed that he had been pursuing the sound of a waterfall until he was standing directly in front of it, the gush of rushing water pounding aggressively in his ears, and he was thoroughly mesmerized, curious as to what sort of kingdom had the privilege of calling this theirs. The sight of it, the sound of it, was enough to convince him that he was almost content, and it was then that he wanted to be able to say that it was partially his, that he could drink from it without having to consider that every drop was being stolen, and it was all because it looked powerful. It could crush him, the water could practically squish his body if he stayed underneath it for long enough, and it was brilliant because he wouldn’t feel the pain or the suffering like others would - and suddenly the vivid fantasy was over, he was forced back into his twisted reality, his unnatural existence, because no longer did it look quite so powerful when it could do nothing but kill him. It couldn’t make him feel what he desperately wanted to feel.

He turned away in temporary disgust, the reflection in the water showing him a face that he didn’t want to see.

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Word Count: 729
Tag(s): @jedidiah & @zenith / Titan
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It had been almost two moons now since Dire had entered into Kairos. Since him and his brother were washed on the shore after being stolen away for god knows how long. Even though he had lived here a short while, it was more home to him than the place he had been born on. That was a dark, deadly place that he never wanted to return too. This land, it quite breathtaking, it was the complete opposite of that place. Goliath had been kind enough to entrust his pack to strangers such as himself and his brother, and he had climbed the ranks to become a sentinel and secured his place in the pack. He would never do anything to jeopardize that. He would do whatever was asked of him, because he got freedom to pretty much roam the land how he pleased. He did his job to the best of his ability as he now surveyed the borders of the land, wary of strangers of the land. He knew that with the power of Kairos growing, they would have to be worried about possible wars, not that Dire was worried though. He was sure that if anyone dare challenge these lands, they would be squished like a little bug.

A scent then engulfed his nostrils of an intruder. He lowered his ears as he let out a slight growl, not sure if this stranger was friend or foe. He slowly made his way toward were the scent was, when he spotted a male wolf near the waterfall. He approached him, made himself seen. Although the two males were about the same height, Dire had more meat on his bones, but not that he was worried. When it came to fighting, he was skilled and he would never back down from a challenge.

“Intruder,” he said rather harshly, “have you not noticed that you have entered another’s lands?” He spoke finally. “What brings you to these parts and what audience do you seek?”


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Words: 334
Occ:  My muse is horrible and this post reflects that xD next one will be much better, I promise!

[Laertes]

The words at his back weren’t spoken kindly. Disdain dripped from each syllable that accompanied the brutish tone of one obviously male, but for some unknown reason Laertes didn’t feel threatened in the least. He chose to believe it was because he wanted to die. That was generally the unknown reason behind it, which frankly made it out to be more of a known reason after all. If whomever it was that stood behind him meant him harm, then he would welcome his attempts at causing him pain; it would be a propitious endeavor, but the outcome was predictable, for surely neither of them would end up satisfied.

He flicked his ears back, the only sign that he had heard the other speak at all. Not even he was certain of whether or not he was trying to provoke the male further. Nothing good would come from it, he wasn’t so confident and boastful as to believe that his uncommon social tendencies wouldn’t work against him in the long-run, but he didn’t have anything to lose, and someone who knew there wasn’t anything for him to lose could get away with being a lot more stubborn, unpredictable, and even irresponsible without being able to tell when a line had been crossed.

“Perhaps I’ve noticed.” His voice had the sweetness of honey to it, completely non-threatening despite having dodged the question in its essence. As though to prove to the male that his senses were intact, that he wasn’t the oblivious fool he appeared to be, he took an over-dramatic whiff of the air, deeply inhaling the smell of Kairos and then pondering it with a light-hearted hmm under his breath. “The place is rather lavish with the smell of you, of others, so to claim I had entered blindly would only be a poor reflection on myself, wouldn’t it?” Finally, Laertes chanced a glimpse of the male, his pale grayish-green eyes bright and thoughtful as he drank in the sight of him. There was nothing aggressive about the body language that Laertes exhibited, nothing to indicate that he had been taken aback by the harshness of his tone; there was nothing but sparks in his expression, this aliveness that didn’t fit him well at all.

His shoulders sagged with a heavy sigh, mulling how to approach his next questions - they were being fired quite rapidly, and it had been far too long since he had grown accustomed to dealing with such a vigorous spotlight. “I would love to tell you that I bear news of the utmost importance, that I have come all this to way to speak on the behalf of one far greater than you and I, but the truth is much blander than that: I was merely thirsty.” The smirk that proceeded to light up his face was unmistakable, a suggestive motioning of his head intended to avert the male’s attention to the rushing waterfall just behind him. “Just because I didn’t seek an audience, however, doesn’t mean that an audience isn’t welcome. Please, do stay awhile.” Whether it was a genuine offer or mere sarcasm would remain a mystery, for the vagabond had already returned his attention to the previously mentioned waterfall, arching his neck and dipping the tip of his muzzle into the cold liquid so that he might quench his thirst. He was a lot of things, after all, but rarely was he a liar.

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Word Count: 571
Tag(s): @jedidiah & @zenith / Titan
OOC: ~

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Jedidiah watched as the wolf spoke, there was something he didn’t like by the way the other spoke. Then again, that was usually how he felt around others, particularly other males. Dire ran his tongue over his fangs as he paced back and forth, listening to him speak as he said that he only came for he was thirsty. Jedidiah shook his head. There was plenty of land that was unclaimed that had water that he could rink and yet he choose to come here, to Kairos, one of the largest packs around. A smirk pulled at the edges of Dire’s maw as he stretched out his body, always keeping one eye on the brute that stood before him. He was the sentinel of the woods and his job was to watch the borders of the land, he wondered if he should find Goliath or Titan and let them know there was an unwanted visitor in their lands or if he should wait and enjoy this for a little while.

“You’re life seems rather dull,” Dire said, still not keeping still as he kept walking around him, “I don’t think you quite understand the circumstances that you put yourself in. What is to stop me from killing here and now? No one will know…and I doubt anyone will care.” His voice was like poison as he taunted the wolf before him, edging him on. Jedidiah was stretching the truth a bit, he wouldn’t be the first one to attack, but if this wolf wanted to fight him – then he would oblige. He was no stranger to fights before and he had killed a few times in the place he grew up. A hostile world where fighting was the currency, that is how you got food, land and even mates. “You are perhaps lucky that it is I that had come across you and not the Alpha or Beta.” He told him. When it comes to size Dire and the wolf before him would be considered on the larger size, but they were nothing when it came to his almighty Alpha and his first in command.

“Unless…” At this point Jedidiah stopped in his tracks. “You can prove your worth and you wish to join these lands…well that is a completely different story…and perhaps an even more interesting one.” He said with a deep rumble of his throat as he let out a small laugh, almost as if the idea itself was absurd. They didn’t just let anyone wander into these woods and claim themselves a part of the land. Goliath had to see potential and worth and he wasn’t sure if this wolf had it or not.


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Words: 447
Occ: Jedidah is such a dick lol

[Laertes]

He hadn’t been expecting the male to take a different approach, to by some miracle suddenly regard him with benevolence, but it was needless to say that the speed with which death threats became the topic of choice was a bit surprising in its suddenness. Laertes lifted his mouth from the water, his tongue shooting out to collect stray droplets before once again turning to face the male that, for some odd reason, couldn’t seem to keep still. Shock was written clearly into his expression, the way his eyes seemed just a little more wide, his lips just a little more tight as he scrutinized the pack wolf - but it would be far from the kind of shock that he’d be expecting from a loner who had just been warned of a potentially shortened lifespan. “We have something in common.” Given the circumstances he was in, according to the other male, it perhaps would’ve been considered bad timing by anyone else to allow for a pause. “Because I don’t think you quite understand the truth buried within your own words.” He was stating a fact more than he was trying to outright provoke the pack wolf: nobody would care - that was the beauty of it! He could follow through with his threat, and nobody would care less than Laertes himself. He wasn’t so numb in the brain as to openly claim that he was patiently waiting for his deathbed; his words were confusing, however, and it wouldn’t come as much of a surprise to him if he had the other narrowing his eyes in further warning, unable to grasp the way that this loner in particular was seemingly so careless in the face of death. He rather liked the idea of this pack wolf sinking his fangs into the side of his neck, but perhaps that could be reserved for another day.

It was the male’s last statement that genuinely captured the interest of Laertes - his eyes hadn’t so much as shifted at mention of the Alpha or Beta - because the prospect of joining, above everything else, proved intriguing enough a task for him to attempt to accomplish. If he succeeded, then it was likely that he would have done enough today to be deemed satisfying. Maybe being a member of a pack would give him more purpose, something to look forward to in his days other than another chance to die; his heart didn’t stutter at the thought of it, his mind didn’t race with the discovery of such limitless possibilities, but he chose not to disregard it in the end anyway. He forced what he assumed would be his best shot at optimism, one of those flashy smiles he was recognizable for, egging the male to continue with heavily exaggerated enthusiasm. “Perhaps it’ll be fun to appeal to your superiors. There’s bound to be something I’m good at.” Immediately the list began to sprout at an unfathomable rate, but all of this occurred behind the lazy blink of his eyes, outwardly appearing as though he actually needed to ponder it for a minute before he’d have an adequate answer.

In truth, there was a certain something in particular that he had to offer. He looked like an ordinary wolf by all means, there was nothing overly exciting about him - he was handsome, sure, but he could assume that wouldn’t mean much to this wolf or his superiors - but he was far from an ordinary wolf. He was made of numbness; of an unnatural birth defect that made him immune to the pain that everyone else felt. He could fight, and he could do so rather well, but he wasn’t oblivious to the advantages of his situation, in that he could continue the most heated of battle in spite of his injuries - it was amazing, and yet he didn’t want the power.

His lip quirked, the knowledge of his ability unspoken on the tip of his tongue, and it would remain as so for the span of his life. He didn’t want to be what he was. He didn’t want to give anyone a reason to look at him differently, like there was potential behind him being something indestructible if he would just acknowledge what about his defect was positive instead of negative. Most of all, he didn’t want this wolf before him, who had only moments earlier threatened him with death, to suddenly shudder at the thought of fighting him.

Tilting his head back, he called out to the superiors of Kairos, uninterested in hearing whether or not the male had meant what he said. “Let’s find out if I’m worthy then, shall we?” His eyes were bright, the last of his breath swirling into the sky, a call echoing across the lands. He had a feeling that this male was beginning to despise him if he already didn’t, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition in his book.

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Word Count: 826
Tag(s): @jedidiah & @zenith / Titan
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[attr="class","pltxt"]The call of a foreigner was a rare and unwelcome sound on Ina’mos – the shores were densely guarded, for at its core, the island housed the most fragile and significant of Kairos’ members, their children being of the utmost importance to the pack’s philosophy of strength through heritage. How on Fenrir’s good earth an outsider managed to penetrate their borders unseen was a perplexing mystery to the alpha, whose immediate response was to sigh through gritted fangs and utter a soundless piss off under his breath. Ever dutifully, however, Goliath immediately began the trek that would lead him to the gallant intruder.

Trampling closer to the waterfall, Goliath paused to identify a familiar scent – Dire – before inadvertently smirking, wondering what would become of the stranger if the antagonistic Sentinel found him first. Despite Kairos’ growing size, Goliath knew most of his pack members by name, scent and persona, and he was certain that, even on a good day, Dire was perhaps one of the least hospitable brutes to introduce a stranger to their land.

Eventually, Goliath emerged at the roaring dell, the sound of the waterfall dampening his ability to hear the terse exchange between the two males – at a glance, they could have easily been mistaken for Dire and his brother, for both possessed an even stature and a mismatched brown-grey coat. However, as he sauntered closer, their hostile positioning and incomparable scent quickly revealed that the other wolf was definitely not Solomon, but the stranger that had summoned him. Goliath’s head arched upwards in intrigue, his curious gaze hindered by a striking displeasure at the stranger’s presence in his home.

As the kenai giant brute approached the pair, his mouth remaining stoically sealed, his eyes barely met with the stranger’s gaze, instead lowering to roam the male’s body and to settle at his nether region with a crude interest, an unsettlingly quizzical expression on his face. Goliath’s head lowered to allow a more ample view of what mysteries hung between the brute’s hind legs. Still, no words came from his lips, his silent examination seeming to last for much longer than was needed, before his lip finally quirked.

“How… disappointing,” he spoke dryly, his tone smooth. “I was expecting balls the size of boulders, given how daringly you trespass on my land,” finally, he lifted his head, a ludicrous smirk on his black lips. “No matter – what’s a pebble or two between friends,” his muzzle crinkled with grating chuckle, his canine teeth emerging rather obviously amidst the derisive sound.

Goliath circled the stranger, obviously sizing him up, all the while his tail swaying freely from the vestiges of amusement from his previous mockery. However, the crude humour in his expression was long gone, leaving only a dark cynicism in its place. “Why the hell are you here, stranger - if not to depress me with the size of your manhood?”

Laertes
|OOC| gol y u so meen

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