Morning Walk [Datura + Typhon]

[Typhon]

A wide yawn opened a tiny mouth and shook Typhon's miniature body, his brown and tan fur rippling all along his body as he woke up. Baby paws stretched forward, pressing gently into the reddish fur of his mother's belly, as he had curled up next to her the night before. Datura was the sun in his sky, everything that he held dear to him at this precious age. Though he and his other siblings had stopped needing her milk weeks before, he still felt a strong bond with his loving mother, something he did not share with the other five.

It was strange, how Typhon watched his brothers and sisters slowly drift away from their parents while he stayed by their sides, not wanting to be coddled but simply enjoying their company. Goliath was not around much, but Typhon certainly looked up to him (quite literally, as he was a monster of a wolf) and admired his fabled skill on the battlefield, though he had not had a chance to see him in action. When they reached the Agoge for training, perhaps their father would demonstrate some of his skills. Until then, Typhon would simply imagine how brutal and amazing his father could be.

Datura, meanwhile, was someone he watched and admired every day. She was beautiful and perfect in his eyes, not only because she brought him food and showed him how to be a wolf but because she loved him unconditionally. She was always willing to bathe him and cuddle and fall asleep with him curled up awkwardly on her legs or pressed up against his back; she was warm and comfortable and a constant source of attention and love; and as his siblings drifted away from her, there was more room for him in her heart.

Another yawn escaped him, and bright green eyes blinked open, taking in the blurry cavern for a few moments before his eyes adjusted. It was still dark outside, just before dawn, but the small creature was ready to start the day before the sun. His short, stubby legs lifted him from the ground and he stretched again, shaking his pelt out to rid himself of the dust and dirt he accumulated as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Typhon glanced around at the other sleeping bodies, wondering if any of them would wake up and take a walk with him. He looked at his scattered brothers and sisters and felt no strong urge to disturb any of them, but then his eyes came back to his mother.

Typhon smiled sleepily, walking to Datura's head and nuzzling her gently on the cheek, licking the side of her face lovingly. "Mum," he whispered, his puppy-voice high and not as quiet as he probably thought/ "Mum wake up. Come take a walk with me, mum. Please?" His last word ended with a squeak which he promptly ignored, instead placing his paw on Datura's much larger one in the hopes that she would wake soon and spend the morning with him. Perhaps they could watch the sun rise from a good perch.

Word Count || 528
Tag || @datura
Muse || !!
Notes || This is what you get. DEAL WITH IT.< 3

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While she slept, she could see them: massive beasts, barreled chests and rippling muscle beneath each unique pelt. Her sons would be warriors, impressive brutes whose names would be whispered throughout the territories of Anikira, in fear and in awe of what the Kairos Empire had produced. Conquerors, like their sire before them. A litter of kings. For now, they were still young, barely weaned but still dependent. With their birth came redemption – a reason to exist, and a renewed purpose. She had taken to motherhood adeptly, as if she had another pair of eyes to keep watch over her own brood, as well as the little ones of her pack mates. The den was filled with new life, along with new responsibilities for Datura. She had to be on guard every day and ever vigilant – and she couldn’t baby them, not if she wanted to craft the perfect vision of what the sons of Goliath were meant to be. She was the most powerful femme in the most powerful pack that Anikira had yet to produce. It was her duty to rear her children properly, and while they were still young, keep them alive. Once they were gone from Ina’mos, they would have to fend for themselves. She dreamt of her pups, grown and thriving, most night.

She would admit only to Zohartze that the prospect of sending the majority of her litter away caused a stir of unexpected emotion within her, as if a heavy boulder was rolling toward her that she could not avoid forever. She couldn’t keep them safe there, across the sea. But they were born to do this, and Datura would be proud of what she hoped they would become, with her guidance.

The steady dripping that echoed throughout the cavern was becoming easier for the she-wolf to ignore. Nearly every minute of the waking day was now spent in the den, and rare moments of sleep were often interrupted by the sharp voices of her more… rambunctious offspring. The budding personalities displayed were all vastly different from one pup to the next, and for every quiet pup, there was one who couldn’t sit still or shut up. She was in a state of almost-sleeping, feeling light in spite of the lingering exhaustion, when she felt a touch so gentle that it was foreign to her.

Datura was hardened by a life of difficulty, of struggle and defeats. But she was not made of stone. Her fiery orbs peered open, unsurprised to see who had roused her from her sleep. The rest of the litter was, miraculously, still asleep, with Lilith in the middle, snoring away. She was still amazed that she had birthed such a monumental litter, with sons who would soon tower over their mother to rival Goliath’s imposing stature. Sometimes while they slept, she took in the sight of them, each individual scent, and Datura felt a sense of contentment she hadn’t known was attainable to a wolf like her.

Already, she was immensely proud of her son, she offered a sleepy half-smile in response, the pup’s green eyes alight. She was not certain which distant relative he had inherited them from, but undoubtedly, it was someone from Goliath’s lineage. Typhon looked most like his Mexican wolf heritage in the litter, though to say that he took after his mother in any shape or form would be fallacy. He would be an enormous brute, rivaling the size of his father and his brothers. Typhon, with his pelt a hazy mixture of hues, ebony and earthy brown, had not yet decided that being around their mother was no longer cool. Most of her pups had weaned themselves, voracious appetites unmet by Datura’s milk production as they grew taller and heavier with the passing days. The pups were barely old enough to venture outside of the cavern, and they did so at every chance possible, under the watchful gaze of Zohartze or one of the other females nearby.

”You must call begin to call me Mother now, Typhon. You will be big and grown soon, after all.” She never called her pups by nicknames or sweet monikers, but she never treated them poorly. She was a firm disciplinarian by necessity – there was only one of her, and six pups. Besides, they had to be tough enough to make it in the Agoge in a few months time. Despite her hushed words, she leaned closer, tongue washing over the face she adored… He wasn’t too big to steal need her care, her warmth and her grooming, and she would appreciate these rare moments while she still could.

Quietly, she inched away from the pups, carefully padding to the mouth of the cavernous den. ”Soon, you will have to take care of yourself. I won’t be anywhere near Vor’asa when your time begins with the Agoge.”

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tag: Typhon
ooc: found my muse! baby Typhon <33

[Typhon]

When his mother opened her eyes and at last paid him some attention, Typhon began to wag his short tail wildly, his whole rear waving back and forth with the motion. Her wet tongue left a streak across his face and he stuck his tongue out when she was finished, spitting slightly in jest. "Eww, mum, stop that," he giggled, shaking his head as though it would dry him off.

As she gently reprimanded him for using a childish title, Typhon frowned, his little heart breaking slightly even though she wasn't being cruel. "I can call you mum until I get back from the Agoge. Until then I'm just a pup," he said matter-of-factly, lifting his tiny chest and standing proudly. "Unless you don't like when I call you mum," he added in a softer tone, touched with sadness. He knew that she loved him, just as she loved all of her children, but he had called her mum since he was able to talk; why would she suddenly want him to stop now?

Soon she was walking out of then den, and miniature legs scurried to catch up, the small pup having a bit of a rough time getting around all the others without smacking into legs or stepping on tails. Typhon somehow made it clear of brothers, sisters, and other, and caught up with Datura's tail, both of them exiting the cavern at roughly the same time. She was speaking again, her words holding the same intonation as when she had tried to correct his words. "I already take care of myself, mum," he said proudly, trotting forward to keep up with her, barely reaching his mother's elbow with his shoulder. "I just need to learn to hunt and fight and find a good shelter. That stuff is easy, right?"

Blissful ignorance radiated off the pup as he trotted along, content to be near his mother and away from the rest. Though he loved his family as he was meant to, as he grew into himself he was learning that he preferred his time alone a lot more than he did his time with family. One or two wolves was one thing, but since they were all still so young, his mother and the mothers of the other pups all wanted them tucked in together much of the time, meaning there was no chance of slipping off alone. Typhon yearned for the day they would be allowed to leave the den freely during the day, though he was fully aware that it could be weeks and weeks until that day came.

As if it just came to him, Typhon turned to look up at his mother and darted ahead to walk backwards in front of her, grinning widely at the beautiful wolf he would always want to spend time with. "How long will it be until I can go wander our lands by myself?" he asked cutely, tripping briefly over a rock but catching himself and recovering quickly, just before Datura would have trod upon him. "Or will we have to go all together, my brothers and sisters and me? Can I just take Lilith? Or maybe Olympus and Othrys will go with me?"

Word Count || 557
Tag || @datura
Notes || Cute baby Typhon is killing me who's idea was this

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The unceasing drips and the gentle breathing of slumber pups faded into the darkness of the cave as she stepped out into the open air. Inhaling sharply, she relished the cold bite in the air that accompanied the hour. The pup, now hopelessly awake and full of youthful energy, bounced around her. She laughed softly, carefully controlling her tone to keep from waking the others as she ushered the boy along with the gentle nudge of her muzzle against his backside. ”It isn’t proper for a grown wolf to call his mother “mum,” – though it is better than other alternatives,” she commented, mostly to herself, as she thought of some of the younger pups born in the cavern… the daily shrill cries for Mommy grated her nerves. ”But for now, I suppose, there is no harm.” Her own pups tried very hard to be mature. They were the oldest pups born to Kairos, after all, and so far, they were the largest of the youth.

The majority of Datura’s pups seemed eager to outgrow their mother, to be independent and tough, but Typhon still seemed like the sweet pup he had been only weeks before. Soon, even he would stand taller than his mother. Soon, he would be old enough to clamor for the attention of a pretty female. For now, he was content with the time spent alone with his mother. In the early morning air, Datura felt a sense of calm, uncharacteristic but warm. The peace was quickly interrupted by the chipper sound of her son’s voice, his curiosity bubbling over like a boiling pot. One question followed another without scarcely allowing time for response, and so Datura continued on the path, worn by countless tiny paws, her golden brown eyes following the pup’s bouncing form. She would miss moments like this when they were gone.

"I already take care of myself, mum.” The naivety of the boy’s words spurred an ironic chuckle, though Datura knew better than to laugh aloud. "I just need to learn to hunt and fight and find a good shelter. That stuff is easy, right?" For a moment, the female paused in her tracks, and while the semblance of a smirk remained on her visage, her words were very serious: ”Whoever gave you the impression that the world beyond Ina’mos is easy? You should never assume life will unfold neatly before you because you were born into the right family. Your size is a gift, but your accomplishments must be your own.”

The trees before her swayed in the wind, the sound of her paws touching the wet earth beneath her accompanied by the distant sound of songbirds.  Everything seemed serene and beautiful, but it was all an illusion: life was a battle, and her son needed to understand what was at stake.  ”Once you are old enough, you will be able to roam on your own, if you choose. You may even depart to the Agoge alone, but once there, you will learn you how to protect yourself and your pack, to work with others to be as strong as possible. Nothing worthwhile is easy, son. You were born for greatness, but greatness isn’t found overnight.”


words: 541
tags: Typhon
ooc: I hope this made sense !

[Typhon]

Once free of the confines of the den and other ears, Typhon threw caution to the wind and raised his voice, speaking perhaps a bit too loudly but not considering that it could be dangerous to let the whole forest know of his position. As his mother told him briefly that his thoughts on life were vastly incorrect, he stuck his tongue out at her in an act of puppy defiance, something he was sure would get him in trouble but that he would do until she reprimanded him. That was the nature of a puppy, after all; he had to test his boundaries in order to learn what was and wasn't acceptable.

"Lilith and Samson say that we'll all get through the Agoge faster and better than the twins," he said matter-of-factly, as he was at the age where he was inclined to blindly trust his siblings. "We're gonna be bigger than them for sure, and our papa is much scarier. We'll be scary too, even if we're not trying to be. But I don't want to be too scary," he added, frowning lightly. "I guess I want to be scary when I need to and not so scary when I don't. Kind of like you, mum. You can be pretty scary sometimes, you know." Grinning widely, Typhon hopped up slightly to lick his mother's cheek, admiring her for how she could be terrifying as well as loving.

Still walking backwards, he opened his mouth to speak again, head cocked to the side until he stumbled for real, his awkward legs and paws slipping on a bit of mud and sending him flying forward rump first, tumbling heels-over-head and landing with his chin in the sticky puddle, closing his bright eyes as mud seeped into them. No yelp came from him despite the surprise, but a soft, pathetic whimper left him as he scrambled up, mud covering nearly his whole body. Typhon had not been paying attention behind him, demonstrating just how young and inexperienced he was.

Eyes watered as he pawed at them, desperately trying to get the mud out. It only made things worse, of course, being that his paws had more mud on them than his face, and he smeared the material all over his lightly-colored face. "Mum," he whined loudly, swinging his head around blindly in an attempt to find her. "Mum, I'm going to go blind! I can't see, there's mud in my eyes, I'm going to ruin them!" Fear gripped the small wolf, as he thought his life would soon be over. A blind wolf was entirely useless, a huge burden on a pack; would they kill him? Would they kick him out? What would Goliath think of his blind, useless son? Would his mother even help him? "Mum please don't let me go blind. Please help."

Word Count || 504
Tag || @datura
Notes || Hahaha what a baby. Sorry this is so short love.< 3

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Her eyes narrowed when the boy stuck his tongue out in her direction – a small act of defiance, but something that had to be corrected. Sometimes, all it required was a stern look, and Typhon began to ramble before Datura could speak another word: "Lilith and Samson say that we'll all get through the Agoge faster and better than the twins. We're gonna be bigger than them for sure, and our papa is much scarier. We'll be scary too, even if we're not trying to be. But I don't want to be too scary. I guess I want to be scary when I need to and not so scary when I don't. Kind of like you, mum. You can be pretty scary sometimes, you know." The last statement to leave her son’s tongue caused a rare laugh to part the female’s maw – she was one of the smallest females, but her position granted her power that the other females did not possess. She was firm, but that didn’t mean she disliked each of her pack sisters or any of the pups. Goliath and his warriors protected them, never allowing unwanted company to crawl onto the island’s banks, but it was Mother Datura kept watch over them all.

”I think I have done alright for myself, despite my size.” She commented with a smile, head dipping out of habit to lick the pup between his ears. She knew that someday, and likely soon, he would tower over her, so she stole the affection she still could – before they were too large and too old for such things. ”Being big is certainly an advantage, as your father’s accomplishments can attest, but size alone does not determined who wins and who loses. You will also learn how to fight as a unit, to use your strengths alongside those of your brothers, and the twins. And Lilith, as well, it seems, along with all of the male pups yet to be born.”   She wasn’t certain how Goliath would take the news that his daughter was determined to not only be a part of the Agoge, but to do better than any of the boys while she was there. And though it was out of the ordinary to allow a girl into the ranks of the warriors, Datura couldn’t picture Lilith anywhere else but beside her brothers, their voices churning together in terrifying consonance so that one day, the whole of Anikira knew them: the sons of Goliath and Datura, heirs to an Empire, united in battle.

But Datura’s own familial life had been vastly different. The she-wolf had watched more siblings than she could count as they wasted away. Her parents had not been careful to keep things fair for their offspring – on the contrary, they had seemed indifferent to the anguish of their weaker pups, left to wither away into nothingness. She couldn’t even remember the names of those lost siblings, so inconsequential had their lives been, none were worth recalling. She had played a part in their deaths, though she hadn’t considered it before. It was eat or be eaten in their world.

In Kairos, her children were afforded a relatively comfortable life – a pack and vast territories, all theirs once they were old enough to take it. But they would also have to work for their futures. She watched as Typhon took steps backwards, heedless of where he was stepping, and as Datura’s maw parted to warn him against it, the boy’s paw caught on the slick mud, sending him flying. When he stopped rolling, Datura watched as he began to whine. She didn’t rush over to check him over, to make sure he was alright, because she knew that he was. He would learn this way that there wouldn’t always be someone there to treat him like a baby. He wasn’t a baby.  "Mum, I'm going to go blind! I can't see, there's mud in my eyes, I'm going to ruin them! Mum please don't let me go blind. Please help."

”Come now, a little mud won’t destroy you. You will be fine.” She stepped over to take the pup by the scruff of his neck, carrying him only a short distance to a spring that bubbled up from the rock. ”Here. You must clean yourself.” Her muzzle gave Typhon a nudge in the right direction.

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tag: Typhon

ooc: sorry for slowness!

[Typhon]

Pitiful whines continued to bubble up as Typhon laid there helplessly, flailing his tiny legs this way and that, only getting more mud on himself. His mother was gone, she was leaving him for dead, and he would drown here with his body covered in mud. But suddenly Datura's voice came to him, and he turned toward where the noise came from, not understanding her words as the mud in his ear canals muffled them.

Teeth upon his neck made him go limp, though he proceeded to whine still, and suddenly he was on the ground on all fours, limbs weak only because he was certain his fate was sealed on this day. A nudge came to his backside, and he stumbled forward, one leg falling into the icy wetness of the stream. Understanding washed over the small creature, and without thinking he walked forward and dove into the water face-first, holding his breath as he had learned to do.

Liquid washed away mud as he surface, shaking his head and wiping his face with his paws. It took several moments, but he was able to open his eyes at last--they stung, but he could see, and there was his beautiful mother, watching him. Tough love he had known all his life, and the fact that she had not only led him to the stream but continued to watch him was all the reassurance he needed to know that his mother loved him. She wanted him to survive, and she had done what she needed to ensure that; even his underdeveloped brain understood that.

A small, shy smile spread across a still muddy face as Typhon gazed upon his mother, adoration very nearly radiating out of him. "Thanks, mum," he said, so quietly he wasn't sure she could hear, before he closed his eyes again and fell back into the water, moving in different directions so that all the mud would wash clean from his fur. Breaking the surface and crawling back onto dry land, the pup shook his miniature pelt and set his tongue and teeth to his fur, grooming it back to the luster that so resembled that of Datura.

Word Count || 368
Tag || @datura
Notes || We can end here or you can add another snippet, then I'll work on making a goodbye thread for momma. < 3