Spark [Roka]

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Ina’mos was a fortress, impenetrable. If a wolf wasn’t looking for the island, he wouldn’t find it. If he was seeking out its rocky beach, he would never make it far from the frothing sea without being detected by those who lurked on its shores. Here, they were safe. Honey-hued eyes swept the beach, taking in the familiar sight. Volcanic rock littered the island, huge blood red rocks scattered haphazardly about and a beach of fine black pebbles. Sharp if you weren’t paying attention to where you stepped.

Tread carefully.

Datura was in repose, her pups now old enough to be independent from their mother entirely. It was strange how swiftly they went from blind, deaf, and useless, into defiant, powerful adolescents, each with a personality starkly different from the rest.

This was her home, the first she could ever claim as her own. She didn’t entirely mind sharing, either, though pack life had taken some getting used to. Now, she knew Kairos needed every worthy wolf they could get, though only those with use were permitted entrance to the pack. Goliath had accepted many wolves into their ranks, while even greater numbers had been born onto the island of Ina’mos. They were the future of Kairos: future hunters, warriors. And she was the Mother of them all. Even those she did not birth were her charges… Whether or not their natural mother agreed. Thankfully, most of the females of Kairos understood – and if they failed to do so, Datura now had the influence to make it so. Her thoughts already strayed toward what the next breeding season would bring to Kairos. Absently, she wondered who Goliath would choose for the following year, which females would be deemed suitable to carry his seed again.

A pale speck in the vast blue before her caught her attention. Too light to be driftwood, and too small to be a Kairos warrior, Datura’s eyes squinted against the bright sunshine. As the stranger drifted closer to the shore, Datura was there to meet the unannounced lupine presence, rising to her paws in a languid stretch. She stood tall, with no fear – her pack was nearby, so the wolf would be asking for suicide if harm came to Datura within her mate’s territory. Her own pups were now taller than she was, and they were not yet a year old, thanks to their sire’s abnormal enormity. In an instant, one or more sons would be there. None of the youth had left for the Agoge.

Her expression was vague, with only the soft semblance of a smile starting to spread across her pale muzzle as she watched the wolf struggling in the water’s grasp. The swim was not easy, and the ocean currents could be deadly. If she did not allow the stranger access to the island, the wolf was likely to die before returning to the mainland of Anikira. Surely, this femme was seeking out Kairos for a reason. This was not an accident. Even from a distance, she could see the hideous scars that marred the other’s features. Nothing happened ‘just because.’ She would allow the other to speak first, to voice her intentions.

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[Roka]

Roka had finally decided to do as she was bade and follow after Sabaoth. It had seemed an eternity the amount of time she had spent on that beach, watching as the water sloshed back and forth. He had told her that the swim would be long and difficult, a test of strength and will. If she made the swim she would not only be reunited with her male, but she would also have proven her worth. If she failed then she would die a very slow death in a watery grave. Those first steps had been reluctant as she had waded into the salty waters, her mind reliving her crash. That event that had brought her to this continent in the first place. Surely this couldn't be as difficult as that first swim had been. At east now she wasn't starving and had the strength to make it, or so she hoped. The deeper that water got the more determined she was to make it to this illusive island. Sabaoth seemed very attached to it and she wanted to see it for herself, even if it was only out of one eye. The first time she had entered the sea her scars had only been partially healed, the salty water burning her eye. The pain had been almost as bad as when she had received the scar in the first place.

The longer she swan the harder it became, her muscles cramping and tiring with the effort. Even as a younger wolf she had never been much of a swimmer, the cold tundra freezing all the sources of water. She focused all of her energy keeping her head above water and kicking her legs. The island was just coming into sight, but it was still too far for her liking. As she got closer she saw a lone figure standing on the beach, a rocky one at that. It seemed to be littered with pebbles, so unlike the sand that covered the rest of the continents beaches. The wolf was small and female from the looks of her. From the way Sabaoth had described his brother it was obvious that this creature was not the alpha. In fact it was surprising to her considering the amount of mystery surrounding this pack. There was always talk of giants walking about, but this femme resembled no giant. The little spot of color looked to be even smaller than her. Roka pushed on hoping that she would make it as she felt the last of her strength leaving her. The waves became choppier as they crashed upon the shores of Ina'mos, but now she was close enough for them to carry her forward.

As if she was no more than a piece of driftwood she was thrown against the harsh rocky beach, the gritty pebbles digging into her fur. She grunted, gritting her teeth against the irritating pain. She had made it and now at last Sabaoth would be hers. He had led her a merry chase expecting her to jump through hoops to obtain him, yet she had survived every obstacle. She took a few moments to catch her breath, her sides heaving with effort. Not only had she pushed herself to get here, but it was also impossible to breath in the salty air that clung above the waters. Once her heart slowed it's hammering and her breath returned to normal she shook her pelt trying to rid herself of the cloying salt. The female still stood there watching her as Roka tried to compose herself. It wasn't the most dignified meeting, but Roka would gather as much pride as she could. She lifted brown eyes to look upon the stranger sizing u the reddish brown femme. She was as small as Roka had suspected and it made her wonder if she had found the wrong pack. However the familiar scent that had clung to Sabaoth's coat during their last meeting.

Despite him being the reason for her trek, she would not let Sabaoth be her reason for entry into Kairos. She wanted to gain into the ranks of her own merit and not as some breeder that had no more or respect. She would find her own way. On she watched as the spunky little female as a smile seemed to spread across her lips. It was obvious that whatever rank this female held it was one of importance. Roka kept her demeanor as neutral as she could, taking a few steps forward. "Is this Ina'mos? Is this the homeland to the pack Kairos?"

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The female washed onto the stony shore in silence, save for the steady curl of ocean waves. The stranger was ragged from exertion and the power of the angry sea – a sensation that Datura was intimately familiar with. The Mexican femme still counted it a miracle of the gods that she had made it to Anikira herself in the first place without drowning from the mainland, a place where no wolves had roamed. Fenrir had decided that day to show leniency for the dainty female to survive by delivering her to Goliath. He was the first wolf she had encountered there, and her life had been changed forever. Perhaps this one was another gift from the great Wolf… Though Datura silently prayed that Goliath would not choose her for his own to claim.

The unknown female’s pale coat stood out in contrast to the dark volcanic rock. Brutal scars marred the other’s façade, lending the she-wolf an aura of strength and brutality, but the female made no attempt to strike out or defy Datura – a wise course of action, for a lone wolf would not survive longer than an hour if they came with dark intentions to the land of giants. No one else had come to the beach to greet the unknown femme, save for Datura. She took in the other’s scent, a mixture of femininity and salt, littered with the lingering smells of countless places unknown.

Perhaps she was a warrior. She looked stron, adequate for the role of huntress within the pack, but she was not nearly as massive as a soldier was required to be. Kairos had high expectations of their members. Not every fool who washed ashore would be allowed to stay there. The female’s small size was not a disadvantage, however, given her sex. The outsider held herself in quiet grace, in spite of her crude arrival, while maintaining the appropriate expression to demonstrate that she was well aware that she was a stranger in a foreign land. She was not a complete idiot, as some wolves Datura had previously encountered had proven themselves to be. Life was a game, and each player had to know what part they played and how to play it.

The sea water still dripping from her soaked pelt, Datura stepped forward, closer to the scarred fae as she inquired: "Is this Ina'mos? Is this the homeland to the pack Kairos?" Datura’s smile seeped further across her maw, pleased by the questions presented by the fae. Kairos was known in the world beyond… Not that Datura was surprised by this fact. No pack had ever grown so rapidly as quickly as her own, from a handful of pack mates to dozens. How could she be anything less than proud? ”It is.” Her voice was calm, almost soothing, accompanied by the waves that pounded the coastline. ”What purpose has drawn you the shores of the Kairos Empire? What do you seek here?”

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[Roka]

Ragged was an accurate description for the female as she tried her best to ignore the salty water that was quickly becoming cold against her skin. The salt was itchy leaving scratches and scrapes against her skin and feet. The pebbles of the beach were not smooth against her feet, but jagged as they tore across her paws. She would not show this stranger how uncomfortable she was. This whole island seemed to be the perfect defense against intruders, the swim near impossible and the island hostile. Everything about this place bade her depart and be done with this silly business. The little female seemed to want to know why she was here, but Roka wasn't willing to give her the answer. If she told everyone that the real reason for her trekking on this impossible journey was for her to join this pack for Sabaoth she would lose her self respect. She wanted this pack to value her for her own strengths and virtues rather than having her life be nothing but his.

She would be his from the start, unable to deny him, because he was the reason that she made it into the pack. No she wanted her own free will to be a art of this pack. She wanted this to be her decision and not his, even though she knew better than that. He knew that she wanted and had no issue with using that against her. Looking down at the femme she pondered over the answer of her question. "I was told to make the swim and find the alpha. Considering your size you are not the giant of a wolf who joins this lands. My name is Roka and I am here to request entrance into the pack." Roka considered telling of her skill at hunting and tracking, fighting, but it made no difference. They would want to see her skill, not just hear about it. If she needed to she would demonstrate her skill. She kept her face impassive, not showing how much she wanted to join this pack. She wondered what would happen if she didn't gain entry. Would Sabaoth come to find her or would he remain with his pack on this lonely island.

Her good eye scanned across the island and it's terrain. It was so very different from what she was used to, the plants strange and unusual to her. Roka was used to the north and it's diversity, but this island was another kind of beautiful. The female's lips spread in pride and Roka could understand it. She was a part of such a large and powerful pack that many feared and admired. Roka wanted to be a part of the legacy. Wanted her bloodline to last throughout the generations instead of dying out in the loner lands. Roka had made her decision, this would become her new home, her new pack.

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Her inquiry was met with a vague response, tinged with impatience – Though Datura could hardly fault her, for the long swim from the mainland was exhausting. "I was told to make the swim and find the alpha. Considering your size you are not the giant of a wolf who joins this lands. My name is Roka and I am here to request entrance into the pack." The Mexican femme did not bother to hide the amusement from her muzzle, a light smirk crossing her façade as the stranger spoke. As the ghastly scars may have suggested, the she-wolf before her was not a sniveling, terrified creature, soaked and pitiful and pleading for mercy. On the contrary, she had come on her own volition – though for what purpose, Datura had not yet deduced, but she would. Her sense of intuition had only heightened since the birth of her litter.

”How perceptive. No, I am not Goliath. I am his mate, the Matriarch of Kairos, called Datura. While he is away, I remain here. I tend to pups and oversee certain duties beyond the warfield.” The boys had their blood and gore, and Datura did, as well – it was just a different kind, one that carried the promise of new life instead of extinguishing the lives of the weak. She continued, and her expression faded into something neutral. ”We have many new mouths to feed here on Ina’mos, as the breeding season has just reached its completion.” The season had been more than successful – it was a triumph for the pack, new lives and the promise of a stronger, better Kairos. The scarred she-wolf before her had narrowly missed the spring, only weeks shy of arriving during her fruitful time, but there was always next season, should one of the males notice her.

Nearby, a crystal clear spring bubbled from the rocks, hidden away neatly unless one knew where to look. She would take the newcomer there to quench her thirst, but first, there were things that Datura needed to know. She couldn’t trust every animal who washed up on the shore, especially with so many young ones running about. There was too much at stake to merely take in any stranger without good cause. ”Kairos needs talented hunters, but you did not answer the most important question: Why are you here? Why have you chosen Kairos?”

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[Roka]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Looking at the smaller females with a tinge of curiosity she considered what would be a good reason for her presence. She didn't seem to get what Roka was hinting at and if it had been any other situation she might have been annoyed. Why had she chosen Kairos indeed. Following an attractive male probably didn't qualify as a good enough answer to her. It certainly didn't sit well with Roka. Sabaoth would be her little secret for the time being, until he had the chance to present her to the pack. Taking a few more steps away from the water she shook the drying sand from her pelt. I would have thought my reasons to be obvious. I can seen no other reason for crossing that damned water. I have come to join the pack." Roka was no trespasser so she wouldn't have ventured this far into pack lands if she had no reason to be there. Joining was her only drive to make it to this island. Sabaoth ever present in her mind making the swim worth the effort.

Looking skyward she could see the clouds begin to cover the sky, the beginnings of a storm coloring the sky. Darker hues of grey became more apparent in the clouds and the water began to shift with the weathers mood. It seemed that she had made the swim at the perfect time avoiding the sparking storm. Roka wondered how this little female in front of her had made the swim and survived. It spoke of an inner strength that Roka admired. "I heard that this was a pack that stood for strength. I greatly admire strength, both physical but also strength of will. I think it makes survivors and I want to plant my feet here. My male is a strong wolf and so am I so I want to be here where it is respected. I am a good hunter and a good fighter. Years on my own have taught me to survive." Roka was curious about this little creatures reason for joining this mighty pack. Perhaps you would share with me why you joined. I am curious about ones reasons for joining since I am not so sure about my own."

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The stranger tried to hide her annoyance. Datura’s only response was a flick of an ear. It seemed as if Roka misunderstood the meaning of Datura’s inquiries – or she was avoiding them, but Datura knew there was something else there, gone unspoken. She was a patient wolf, though, and equally determined. If she wanted to find the truth, she would dig until she knew. The other explained that she sought of strength, and though Roka was not as massive as the brutes of Kairos, she was larger than Datura herself. She spoke of years on her own, a statement that caused Datura to nod slowly. Their stories seemed similar on face value, but for the time being, Datura did not delve deeper into the scarred fae’s history. If she was accepted into the pack, then perhaps she would ask someday.

My male. Ahh, so there was the key to the mystery. She came seeking a brute, and presumably, it was not Goliath who she desired. She wasn’t Goliath’s…. type, anyway. Briefly, she wondered if it was Titan, the errant General of Kairos. The last he had been seen, he was spreading his seed from one end of Ina’mos to the other, with any female who struck his fancy, who Goliath had not taken first. This seemed unlikely though, for all clues indicated that Titan was dead or missing, since no one had seen him since the claiming of Acerbus. Ghosts from the past had materialized in the form of Goliath’s brothers, long assumed dead, while other warriors had apparently vanished along with Titan.

The promise of a summer storm tinted the air as the wind’s energy intensified, ruffling Datura’s flame-licked pelt. Over the ocean, the dark clouds gathered. Faintly, she could hear the distant sound of thunder. Though she was not obligated to share her own intentions with the stranger, Datura’s expression melted into a sort-of smile.  ”Well,” she began, her smile growing with each syllable that parted her maw. ”Technically, I never joined Kairos. I was here the first day of the pack’s inception – even before that, I followed Goliath. As the Matriarch, I can deem which females are worthy of the pack. Come now, you must be thirsty after your journey.” With a faint nod, she indicated a part of the beach where palms sprouted, waiting for the female to take the first step. Never turn your back on a stranger. Datura would never share the intimate details of her own sordid past, offering just enough to sate Roka’s curiosity. Now, it was time for Roka to indulge Datura’s interest: ”Who is the male that you have followed to our shores?”

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[Roka]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]At the mention of water Roka's mouth became unbearably dry and began to taste of the salty waters she had just emerged from. The spunky little female turned away from her and Roka assumed that she would lead her to some source to drink from. She took one last look at the shore hoping that she was making the right decision following Saba here. The foliage here was much different from what she was used to in the northern portion of this continent. Once she entered the jungle that seemed to abound here she would remain here. Deep down she knew that now that she had made the journey he grumpy male would not take kindly to her wanting to leave. She almost quivered with anticipation for the greeting that he would have for her. Picking up her pace she waked a little behind the smaller femme taking in the sights all around her. Datura had mentioned that she was the matriarch of the pack and that she had the ability to deem whether or not a female was worthy of entry into Kairos. It put her a little more at ease knowing that instead of facing Sabaoth's brother, she might be able to convince Datura of her merit. In all truth this small femme didn't grate on Roka the way that so many others did and was beginning to earn some of her respect. It was a brave soul indeed that lived among such giant beasts and even bred with them. Roka was much larger than Datura was and even she was intimidated by her males larger size and strength. The fact that the Mexican female was able to thrive here was a testament to her strength.

Datura's next question was one that Roka had been trying to avoid answering. She didn't much care if Datura knew who the wolf she claimed as her own was because he was a good male. She was proud to call him her own, yet she still hesitated. Would her admittance to the pack be signed simply because of her choice of mate. Roka took a deep breath mulling over her options before deciding that there really wasn't any getting around it. Datura had shared that she was one of Goliath's and so that would make them sisters in some sort of way when Sabaoth claimed her. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing if put just a little of her trust in this spunky female. She looked down at the smaller creature wondering what she had to lose since she had already made the swim. Even if she did manage to make it into the pack simply because of her male she would have the rest of her life to prove to everyone just how useful she was. Roka turned her head so that she was looking at her more fully with her undamaged eye, the brown orb scanning over her one more time. "He is a wolf called Sabaoth." That was all she would give up for she cared not if this other wolf knew of him or even how she felt about him. He was hers and despite any prejudice or judgement that anyone had she would remain his. In the distance she saw a stream that led down the beach to connect with the ocean. It was nestled between an outcropping of trees that looked very strange to Roka. They didn't have any branches or any bark on them, but they were tall like a tree.

Growling in anticipation the tundra wolf moved forward until she was near enough to the water to drink. It was cool and refreshing on her parched tongue soothing the dryness the saltiness had caused. She gulped it down until her belly was almost full with it. Turning back to look at the Matriarch she sat down allowing her tail to dip into the coolness there. "If you are my judge then do so now and tell me whether this journey was in vain or if I have proved myself." Either way she would be hearing from Sabaoth either in pleasure at her joining or aggravation at her lack of presence on his island.

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