Notorious [Daliath/Zotan Pups]

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Deep within the marshland, she had found her own private utopia. There were no siblings in sight, only a thick cluster of twisted roots and gnarled trees. The island belonged to her father, but this space, this little chunk of swampy land, was all for Lilith. She had even sprayed her marking on a couple of trees, as the adults. Someday, if she strived for it, maybe she would have a real territory to call her own. For now, she was satisfied with the place she had found, devoid of all the familiar smells of the oldest Kairos pups.

She was already sick of all the little pups. They were needy and small, she couldn’t play with them, since they not suitable yet for Lilith’s form of violent entertainment. New litters seemed to come every week now. Even Xena, who she had looked up to like a hero for her accomplishments, had grown more rotund, and Mother said that she would have pups of her own very soon, too. Lilith had balked at the notion – a warrior was not supposed to have babies! She reasoned internally that since Kairos was not currently fighting a war, then maybe it was okay for the only female warrior to be just like the other females – fat and pregnant, miserable and useless. Several hunters were unable to perform their duties because they were about to deliver, or had just done so, their agony echoing through the cavern where they all slept. Even though she was bigger now, encroaching the size of her own mother, each of the pups was expected to return to the massive cavern every night.

Soon, however, everything would be changed. Lilith dreamed of the Agoge, of Vor’asa and training alongside her noble sire, day and night. She knew it would be difficult, especially since she was female. As far as Lilith could see, there was no obvious difference between herself and her numerous brothers, destined to be giants and conquerors. She was missing a few parts, but that meant nothing to Lilith. No one could convince her that she was any less than the males.

She had been surrounded by boys all her life – five brothers, each possessing very different personalities, as well as Othrys and Olympus, who Lilith had known for as long as she could remember, since their mothers were close friends and their litters born only days apart. Othrys and Olympus had a different father. They were usually more fun to be around than her brothers. Erebos was always moping around and feeling sorry for himself, even though he had it all: size, strength, and the male parts Lilith apparently lacked. Beleth was hardly better, silent as the stars. There was Typhon, whose energy matched her own, even if he had a big mouth and seldom a kind word for his sister, who returned his caustic attitude and unfair sneak attacks. Samson was all white, which apparently made him special.

And then there was Panda… She would miss her only full-blooded sister terribly, even more than Mother, but the Agoge was no place for the smaller, weaker femme. Pandora would be a hunter someday, or one of the other tasks ascribed to the feminine members of the pack. Kairos needed hunters, and while Lilith enjoyed stalking prey throughout Ina’mos and catching her own dinner, she did not view herself akin to the other faes. Perhaps one day, she would be a mother, but the notion of losing her Panda to an unworthy male brought a deep growl rumbling in her throat.

I would rather kill a male than let him near us.

She would no longer be able to protect her sister, but for Lilith, life was just beginning – and she intended to make it a good one. One day, all the wolves of Anikira would whisper her name in fearful reverence. The violent fantasy brought a smile to her masculine features, previous irritation melting into excitement as she paraded around her quasi-territory on over-sized paws. She could hardly stand the wait.

A sound caught her attention, and she stopped in her tracks, nostrils testing the breeze for a hint of someone nearby. The scent was undeniably lupine. There were predators that called the swamp home, but the large pup stood tall, mismatched eyes exploring her surroundings again.  "Who is there?"  She no longer had a speech impediment.  They were all growing up so fast.

words: 744

tags: Olympus + Othrys + @samson + @beleth + @pandora + Typhon + Erebos

ooc: open to the older pups
who want some more pre-Agoge pup action!

[Olympus]

He had escaped. He was free from those miserable litters that seemed to never end in the Caverns. His mother was there, probably doing something as equally useless as she was, and the other pups were small and boring compared to him and his brother. His brother, Othrys, did not even accompany him on this outing. At least not right at his side. Typically the two were inseparable, but today the quickly growing black pup was on a hunt. Not a hunt for food, that was for the weak females of the pack, but a hunt for his larger semi-litter mate, as their mothers often shared a space and cared for both litters simultaneously. That was why it had been so easy for him to get away. Although he respected Datura for her position in the pack, he had no desire to stick around and drown in the useless boredom that filled the caverns when they were watching over him. No, he was big enough now to take care of himself - at least he liked to think so - and there was no point in sitting around and letting life pass on by.

His nose was to the ground, easily following the powerful scent trail that Lilith had left behind her. He knew that if anyone in their litters could take on a crocodile in the swamp, it would be her. He and his brother had visited the swamp before, but obviously they had survived and not run into many issues. Today, though, the black prince hoped for more action. He bounded forward, nose partially to the ground and partially ahead of him as he headed in her direction, thinking himself much more smooth and graceful than he likely really was. It took him only a short time to make his way to the entrance of the swamp, a place that he was not at all surprised to find the larger female. He continued forward as his pace slowed, his ears perking and his tail wagging as her scent grew stronger and her voice graced his ears. "Who is there?" Her voice was clear, no longer encumbered by the speech impediment that had plagued her before. It was not as feminine as the other females that he had heard speak, but the sound was almost like music to his ears as he finally came to a stop out in the open where she could see him.

Her scent was incredibly powerful here, much stronger than he had thought it would be, even though he was standing only a few feet away from her. He inhaled deeply once more, realizing that the strength of the scent was actually coming from the nearby trees. Had she been marking this area, claiming it as her own? Suddenly, almost as if he were not controlling his own body, his leg lifted slightly. It was instinctual, to mark over her scent with his own masculine one, but with one look at the larger female, he lifted the leg slightly higher and lowered his head and kicked it as if he had been meaning to scratch himself the whole time instead. When he finished, he shook his head, letting the movement radiate all the way down his body and through his tail, before looking up at her with a cocky grin and a wag of his tail.

He did not speak at first, though he knew his brother probably would have said something cocky and confident like 'miss me?' or something along those lines. Olympus, however, felt no need to push his own narcissism onto the female and he also knew that she was not likely to receive it well anyways. "Hey Lil." He said, panting softly in the humid and swampy spring air that surrounded them. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked, caring very little for the correct and proper pronunciation of the words that were coming out of his mouth. He kept his distance for the time being, resisting his immature puppy urges as they tried to push him forward to pounce on her and start a little play fight. That could end with them both in the water and within the jaws of some hungry crocodile. That, although it would be interesting enough, was not something he had the intention of doing quite yet.

Words: 718
Tags: @lilith, Othrys, @samson, @beleth, @pandora, Typhon, Erebos
Notes: n/a

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Having woken only minutes ago, the albino male exited the den without a sound or murmur to anyone – honestly, it was a miracle he managed to get any sleep these days, in between his own strange nightmares and the nightmarish pups that infested his den with ceaseless whimpering and sniffling. His own litter had grown out of their infancy relatively quickly, becoming monoliths in comparison to the shivering whelps that seemed to appear anew every other day to every other fat femme. Soon enough, he would be allowed to play rough with them, and they would have their usefulness to him – but for now, he was forbidden from approaching any of the newborns… because apparently picking them up by their tails and swinging them to and fro was inappropriate. Whatever.

On top of that, Samson was quickly learning what else was considered inappropriate conduct. Intentionally squashing their runt of a sister was inappropriate… gnawing at mother’s teats until she bled was inappropriate… and taking a dump in their den was very inappropriate, although that could have been more to do with the fact that he’d done it barely two inches from Erebos’ nose while he was sleeping, but the white pup hadn’t listened very intently to his reprimand to understand where his crime truly was. His laughter was too loud to hear even a word of it.

But the boy had learned his lesson, instead departing the dank quarters of his home to find a more private place to take care of his business. The swamp was dense and filled to the canopy with overwhelmingly earthen fragrances… not to mention the fragrance he was about to drop. The scent of others was apparent, but quickly ignored by the brutish boy as he circled a particularly interesting tree stump and squatted – a few moments passed and voices came from somewhere south, causing Samson to grit his teeth and finish his business with an irritated grunt. Ina’mos was no place for privacy – not with the exorbitant amount of wolves that inhabited Kairos. Did his father aim to saturate the land with as much spawn as he could possibly shoot out?

Leaving his mess untouched, he shook his fur apathetically, content with the weight he had just relieved of himself, and approached the murmur of voices that lingered some way off through the snarled disarray of trees and roots. Lilith’s scent was garishly apparent now, the gutsy wench – she’d obviously been marking her scent wherever she could – but the other voice was still unknown to him. Perhaps one of their brothers?

Eventually Lilith was in sight, along with a dark brute, and Samson allowed a curious growl to resonate from his chest in order to announce his oncoming. Did they want to be left alone? If he wasn’t allowed his own privacy, then they sure as hell weren’t either.

As he approached the two, he stood silently for a moment as his rosy stare shifted between both of the large youths standing before him. His presence was suspiciously indifferent, at first, but narrow gaze soon relaxed when he recognised the dark brute to be one of Titan’s pups – one of the twins, though he was still unable to tell them apart until they spoke. In no great rush, Samson’s words left his lips with only a slight hint of aggravation underlying his smirk. “Can’t a guy take a shit in peace?”

Tagged: @lilith Olympus

[Onyx]

It hadn't been long since Onyx had been welcomed into the Daliath pup family. He was still considered an outcast, but each of the pups had done their part to interrogate him thoroughly before welcoming him. It wasn't the warmest welcome he could have gotten but he wasn't expecting a warm welcome. He was an outsider. Nothing here would be granted to him and he knew that going into things. But his determination is what helped him prevail. He didn't need to be accepted completely, he just needed the tiniest form of respect. That was all he asked for. He did not disrespect his adopted siblings so long as they did not disrespect him. He knew since the beginning that the odds would be stacked against him. Erebos had laid it out clearly- he was smaller, weaker than the rest of them except for Pandora of course. It wasn't that Onyx was a small brute, he was just not exceptionally large. His stature was quite average for a normal male, but it was not above average like the daliath males. So he was automatically placed at omega among them which didn't bother him that much- he had been used to such a ranking when he lived with his natural mother and sisters. For the most part Onyx had tried to keep his distance, but if one of the pups wanted to rough house he would partake with them- humor them. Mother Datura said it was best for them to "practice" with him; but really it was best for him to practice with them. They would use him as bait but he didn't give a shit. This would help him out in the long run. Each day his muscles became more defined, he became stronger. He was physically and mentally preparing himself for the Agoge. He did not expect any help from his adopted siblings, he would do it all on his own.

Onyx couldn't help but feel claustrophobic the more time he spent in the den. More litters were being born each day and it was nothing but noise constantly. There was hardly any privacy or any time for a good sleep. Onyx would love to be able to sleep completely through the night but it was damn near impossible with all of the noise. Datura allowed them to come and go as they pleased now so long as they were back by night fall and Onyx could have rejoiced when she gave them free rein. He was eager to get out and explore more of the territory, to feel the wind whipping through his course fur. Today his particular destination was the swamps mostly because it was the easiest place to find solitude. He had spent plenty of other separate occasions there and today would be no different, that was up until he smelled Lilith's scent from a mile away. Curiosity, an odd feeling it was, sparked through him. What was she doing out here? Perhaps looking to cause some trouble. He continued on the beaten path, his paws squishing in the mud as he walked. Soon enough he heard voices up ahead and Lilith's scent only grew stronger. What was she pissing everywhere? He thought to himself with a shake of his head. Him and the over sized female had gotten off to a rough start mostly because Pandora had gotten along so nicely with him. Pandora had a heart of gold and reminded him of Willow- he already knew that he wouldn't do anything to harm a hair on her head but he knew Lilith didn't trust him. He was still wary towards the female but he never voiced it. He could hold his own if she wanted to play games with him. Striding forward he heard a particular set of vocals that he rarely caught before, Samson. Can't a guy take a shit in peace? Typical Samson, blunt as hell without a care in the world on what everyone else thought of him. Onyx found himself smirking for a second before the expression was lost, his face a blank canvas yet again. He stepped forward then, enough that they would be able to see him but not close enough to be invading their space. Guess not. Seems we all had the swamps in mind today.. He offered cooly, his gaze shifting to the ebony brute that stood closest to Lilith. He knew that he belonged to Zohartze' litter but had yet to meet him or his twin. Everyone else in his "family" had but introductions had yet to be made between them.

notes: hope its alright that I included Onyx?
tagged: @beleth + Erebos + @lilith + @pandora + @samson + Typhon + Olympus + Othrys
muse: decent
word count: 936
status: complete.

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Lorem ipsum dolor Her eyes narrowed when Olympus appeared, and a growl rumbled in her throat like distant thunder – but the expression on her face was playful, tail wagging unconsciously at the sight of her friend. ”Hey, can’t you tell? This is where I’m going to live now. No more little kids. Just me and the crocs.” She was still a pup, despite her ever-growing physique, and besides, pouncing and wrestling were both useful skills they would need to dominate if they ever wanted to be warriors like their fathers. But then, Lilith had never seen Oly’s father. She was fairly certain that the twins had never met their noble sire, either. She began to lurch forward, ready to lunge at her companion for an impromptu (and uninvited) ‘fight,’ but she stopped dead in her tracks, nose testing the air. In spite of her scent overwhelming the immediate area, another smell caught her attention, drawing her focus away from the dark brute who equaled her size.

It was difficult to miss Samson there, his snowy coat standing out in stark contrast to the mud plant life that surrounded the spot. She took one glance at her pale brother’s face and began to laugh. ”Take your shits elsewhere. I smell enough of you back in the den.” Truly, she did not mind the presence of Olympus or Samson. They were more fun than a lot of the older pups – and they could keep up with Lilith, when most were not even willing to try. The pure white youth was crass at times, but Lilith wasn’t disturbed by it. Lilith lacked any discernible feminine squeamishness. She was getting bigger every day, but that did not mean she couldn’t laugh at jokes about bodily wastes and functions. Samson was one of the pups who seemed as if he would someday rival the strength of his father. Lilith intended to do exactly the same. He was competition, but not an enemy. As Mother often explained, the real enemies existed beyond Ina’mos. Someday, Lilith would meet them on the field of battle, those less worthy of Anikira than her own kin. The thought always made her smile.

Her good humor would prove to be shortlived, however, when another young voice joined the chorus. The sound of it brought an immediate snarl, sinew beneath her pelt tensing by instinct as her posture became rigid. ”Guess not. Seems we all had the swamps in mind today..” Lilith scoffed aloud, eyes rolling toward the back of her skull in exasperation. Of all the wolves on the island, she would have preferred to see just about anyone else but the dark pup who had happened upon them. ”Speaking of shits…” Before either male could respond, Lilith strutted forward, barreled chest and head carried high above her muscular shoulders. The foreign-born pup was like a shadow in the midst of giants. ”Look at this, boys. It’s little Onyx come out to play.” She smirked at the boy as she spoke, loudly enough for anyone in the immediate vicinity to overhear. The look in her unmatched eyes was savage as she took a step closer to the dark child. She was not afraid of him. It was bad enough she had to see him every night in the sleeping den. She certainly did not want to see him in her place. She could accept Olympus in her minute territory, even Samson, even if he was a stinky pooper. Onyx was different.

”What do you think you’re doing here, fleabag? Are you lost again?” The thought of the boy’s origin was funny to Lilith. Abandoned. Unwanted by even his own family. Well, Lilith didn’t want him here, either. No one had invited Olympus or Samson into her pseudo-territory, but they were allowed to come around. They knew Lilith, while Onyx had only the vague hint of what Lilith was really capable of.  ”Just keep moving, boy. It’s a big island.” It was not merely a suggestion, and the expression on her masculine features punctuated the serious tone of her voice: it was a demand. Her canines bared in a sinister smile, a silent dare to challenge her words. He was not of Kairos.

words: 735
tags: Olympus + @samson + Onyx

[Othrys]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The black prince smelled the tracks of his twin brother and the other pups headed towards the swamp. He’d learned his way through the gnarled terrain like the back of his paw—and his own body was something he certainly looked at any chance he got. He was putting maps together in his mind—the brute could put most of Ina’mos together in his mind practically down to the tree. It was the one thing he would do by himself. His strategic mind was quick and as absorbent as a sponge when it came to information, his intelligence suited to such a task. But he didn’t do it for himself. In case of peril to the island, he could track down a grain of sand in the wrong place.

Othrys had made his third lap around the island that morning, his brisk run a way to help teach his legs and brain to work together in harmony as they grew. He learned them, beat them, allowed his muscles to strain and his lungs to grow heavy with the thickness of the air. He would be ready for the agoge, fit and muscular. He would shine as brightly as he knew he was.

In between running and memorizing, he smelled his brothers own scent mix with Lilith’s—and that had been when he decided to go forth, deeper into the swamp. Her attention was something that made his teeth flash bright and sent swirls of heat through his veins, something he was only recently realizing.

His mother had explained to him how pups came to be, the question his own despite her being a massive bitch. He understood what fucking was. Part of him wondered if that’s what he felt when he looked at her. She was a female, anyway.

She was a brute though, her heavyset frame outgrowing even her largest sibling. She had an odd look about her, and she wasn’t beautiful by a longshot, or even handsome as Othrys was. But the fire behind her eyes was sexy. And every time she took him down and pinned him, he had to keep himself from shaking and forced his eyes to keep place in their sockets. Othrys was truly an adolescent, his body with a mind of its own, yet too immature to follow through, with far too little understanding.

The larger black male moved quietly through the trees, his form lithe enough to keep its stealth along with all of its muscular power. He slowed and heard Samson quip at Lilith before he heard another voice that made him stop in his tracks and raise his head high, listening to his tone.

And then, Lilith: Look at this, boys...

Othrys’ lips curled into a dirty, dripping smile. His teeth flashed along with his eyes, which held a kind of seductive, sadistic ferocity that the younger pups couldn’t take their eyes off of. It made his mother snarl at him. She hated that he could move someone with only his eyes. He moved to behind the smaller black male.

Just keep moving, boy. It’s a big island.

Othrys shot looks at the other three wolves, cocking his head with a dashing smile, implying to them to not let on that he was there. He was almost a foot shorter than Othrys as the shoulder, and in one smooth move, he was behind the thing called Onyx.

Another name with an O, he thought quickly, holding his gaze with his brother for a moment, brimming with humor. I wonder if he was named by our bitch mother. And then he wished that Olympus could hear his thoughts. A childish thought. He almost laughed.

“You heard the empress,” he growled at the male, his term of endearment not meant diminutively. He walked around Onyx, his size working to his advantage. He moved like water, his size matching his grace, and flashed snarling smile at his childhood denmates before returning his startling blue gaze back onto his prey, his pupils contracting in focus, memorizing every feature. The prince was categorizing, running this newcomer through the framework in which he had internalized in becoming the tactician and analyst his mind begged him to be.

Othrys didn’t know this boy. He only knew that he’d joined the party far too late.

tags: @lilith, Olympus, @samson, Onyx
muse: good
words: 727

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[Olympus]

Always ready to wrestle, especially with the masculine princess Lilith, Olympus lowered his front half towards the ground and stuck his ass up in the air to wag his tail as she threw herself towards him. But, without any warning - though had he lifted his nose, the smell would have been annoyingly overwhelming - Samson's voice rang through the air. The pale pup approached with confidence, as the majority of the pups that lived on the Ina'mos would have, though, not all of them would be welcome in this place. At least not in the little spot that Lilith had claimed for herself. She was likely the largest of them all, and though they were all fairly close to the same size now, he had a feeling that she would always stand taller than both him and his brother. The black prince lifted himself up into a standing position as the white male came into view, but his eyes were distracted only moments later by another dark pup.

This, however, was not his brother. This pup, much smaller than the rest of them and much less powerful, was not welcome. The thoughts immediately flowed through his head, how he could chase him off on his own, but perhaps it would be more fun to feed him to the gators. He looked around slowly, wondering if there were any of the monstrous beasts hiding about. But Lilith's voice brought his eyes back to the task at hand, and as she threatened the newcomer, he moved to stand beside her and bare his teeth as well. No words were needed from him, and though he would have liked to call out some sort of insult, it really did not seem worth the effort right now. Especially as he spotted his twin, Othrys, approaching from behind Onyx.

He was not one to take orders, even if they came from his brother, but even he had to admit that giving away his twin's position would ruin their fun. The two of them were identical, though they both knew that his brother was much fonder of himself than he was. True, he believed they were both gods in a way, but Othrys believed that the world revolved around him. Well, him and Lilith, that is. He was no stranger to his brother's growing interest in the brutish female, and though he had to admit that the felt similar, he doubted his desires were quite as strong. He was more focused on the upcoming agoge, knowing that though he and his brother would likely work together, he still need to prove to the pack that he was more than just Othrys's twin brother and Titan's son. After all, their insane and useless mother was not exactly the best act to follow in the pack. Sure, she and Datura had some sort of thing going together, but they were just weak females in the pack. He and Othrys would be powerful warriors one day, as long as they could prove their worth in the agoge when the time came.

"You heard the empress." His brother's words brought him back to the present, and though he let his tail hang in a relaxed position behind him, his ears perked at the name. Empress. Had he known rolling his eyes would not have been noticed, he would have, but for now he kept his mouth shut and his eyes on the little black, unwanted pup. He was not exactly capable of sympathy, and much less capable of empathy, especially in this situation. He was always wanted, wherever he went. He was impressive, he was strong, and he was a true Kairos warrior. Or at least he would be. This pup, however, just did not belong. The fact that he had even come here and opened his mouth at all proved that he had not yet learned this fact. The prince lifted his lips slightly higher, showing off his fairly new adult teeth as he waited for something more interesting to happen.

Words: 672
Tags: @lilith, @samson, Onyx, Othrys
Notes: n/a

[Onyx]

Tension filled the air around the pups as he stood silently gauging their reactions. He was not welcome that much was obvious. He wanted so desperately to roll his eyes at them but fought the instinct. Lilith of course was her normal arrogant self, and he could see the way that the ebony pup stared at her. He was smitten so obviously he would be riding the band wagon behind her. It was useless trying to converse with any of them. This was however the first time he had seen Samson outside of the caverns and he wasn't sure how to react to him. Speaking of shits...Look at this, boys. It’s little Onyx come out to play. What do you think you’re doing here, fleabag? Are you lost again? Just keep moving, boy. It's a big island. His orange optics never left her facade, her smirk making her uglier to him then ever before. Your right, it is a big island. Have your fun while it lasts. He snarled, his hackles rising slightly. There was something about Lilith that he couldn't stand. Perhaps it was her arrogance, or maybe it was the fact that she so desperately yearned to be a male. With her brutish appearance she was half way there, hell she was already spraying uncontrollably. She could have the murky swamps, they suited her perfectly. An aud twitched atop his skull then, he could hear the pup behind him even before he announced himself. You heard the empress. He smirked then, oh such loyal followers. Oh don't worry, I won't be keeping you from kissing her ass any longer. He turned then, brushing past the much larger brute without a blink of his eye. He wasn't afraid of any of them, never would be.

Onyx was already far gone, the conversation still echoing in his brain. He couldn't wait to meet them all in the Agoge, then they would really see just how wrong they were. They were all so arrogant, their stupid smirks on their faces making them even more ignorant. And Lilith was the one he loathed the most. But the lesson had been learned, he would not be spending any more time near them until the Agoge. They thought because they were larger that they were better, but that wasn't the case. Their sizes matched their stupidity, and he chuckled darkly to himself. He didn't want them as friends and surely didn't need their approval. As far as he was concerned they could all go frolic off into the sunset together. His paws dug into the mush, their scents long gone now. He wouldn't be returning to the swamps again, there was plenty of other places to go to on Ina'mos. His training could take place elsewhere, and he sincerely looked forward to the Agoge now. That was the extra push he needed and that was the only thing he could thank them for.

notes: alright so Onyx has departed lol carry on without him lovelies ~
tagged: @lilith + @samson + Olympus + Othrys
muse: decent
word count: 660
status: complete.