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The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
Golden grass waved in the wind like the ocean she had crawled from the previous day; lurching onto the shore and the salty bile rising in her throat from her long swim, which the femme had attempted alone and unannounced. The brute walked with her tail carried behind her proudly, like a flag unfurled. Here, there was enough room for her to roam and to stretch, not having to worry about this brother or that one. She had never experienced solitude before, and she found it to be agreeable At six months of age, and she had outgrown her natal home. Lilith was now close to her adult size: monstrous and masculine, ugly and unladylike in her behaviors and attitude.
The memory of her first night away from Ina’mos, away from the comforts of home and the certainty of family, would stay with Lilith until her final day – something that she did not fear, just as she had leapt into the ocean unafraid. Stealing away in the darkness, she told no one of her departure, leaping into the dark, frothing sea below a waxing moon. When the pack woke that morning, she was gone. Too excited to sleep, she had watched the sun rise over a new landscape and spent the day exploring every inch and crevice of Vor’asa, the second land belonging to the Kairos pack. After a hunt and dining on weka for the first time, she had slept soundly, exhausted from her first day away from home.
She wanted to hunt – but not like the females who provided for the pack. Lilith desired the thrill of the chase, to hunt something bigger someday, prey that could fight back. She wanted excitement and challenges and chaos. And Vor’asa did not disappoint.
She thought of little else but the Agoge during her youth: how she would get there, what it would be like, all the mysteries that the world beyond Ina’mos had to offer. There were no enemies on Kairos, no battles to wage, save for those who disregarded Lilith as less than what she was capable of. She would accept no disrespect, not even from her litter mates or annoying little half-brothers and sisters, and the bastards of the fabled Titan – brothers who she would be seeing again very soon. Some were equally excited as Lilith, enthusiastic to begin their journey into adulthood, while others were arguably less thrilled by the prospect of rigorous training, scorching heat, and new breeds exotic and dangerous animals. Most of the boys thought highly of themselves, in her litter and in the litters, and viewed females as weaker somehow.
But she would prove herself, for Lilith feared no one. Not her brothers, nor her father, not even Fenrir himself. How could she fear the living when she did not fear death itself?
She had discovered it earlier, colorful bands encircling its serpentine form: black, saffron, and scarlet… A coral snake, though Lilith didn’t know the name. She watched the creature slithering slowly, searching for an opportune place to find its next victim, unaware that it was being watched. She observed for over an hour as the snake waited patiently for a meal to happen upon him, until finally, a huge rat stumbled upon the striped serpent. Like a flash of lightning, it struck its prey with razor sharp fangs, and within seconds, the unfortunate animal was limp in the snake’s grasp. Poison. Mother had warned of poisonous creatures. Briefly, she thought of her mother, but she pushed her aside. Mother would have more pups to dote over, gods only knew just how many, and Lilith no longer needed her attention and care.
It was a useful lesson: one of patience and cunning, learned from the other species… But it would not spare the beast from Lilith’s curiosity. She slipped closer to it, its attention snapping away from its catch to the enormous she-wolf. The snake lunged for her foreleg, but Lilith was too quick for the attack. Despite her ungainly size, she was stunningly nimble as she moved, hulking form bounding backward several steps and out of the serpent’s reach. Her paw fell from the sky to squash its head, narrowly missing its bared fangs. The body was still wriggling wildly until she crushed the head beneath her full weight until finally, the snake’s movements ceased all together. She didn’t know if snakes had skulls, like a wolf did. But whatever had once been its head was now flattened, oozing and demolished. Wiping her paw against the grass to rid her toes of the snake goo, Lilith smiled despite the oppressive heat of summer.
Suddenly, Lilith froze where she stood: she knew she was no longer alone. The sinew beneath her fiery pelt tensed, and her lip curled instinctively to expose her lethal canines. The Enemy was still a vague concept in her mind but she was ready to see who lurked in Vor’asa – Her new home.
Typhon had noticed his sister Lilith's absence the moment he had woken in the den, surrounded by the rest of his siblings. She had been acting strangely lately, antsy, as if she had somewhere to be--which they all did, those strong enough. The Agoge. It called to them all, drew them in and demanded that they take part. Almost literally, in Typhon's case; the voice he often heard when alone had been speaking of almost nothing else lately, and it was enough to drive the young wolf mad. He knew the importance of their task, and he was ready for it. All he had needed was a push forward, and the fact that Lilith had likely taken the plunge into the sea was his sign.
As dawn broke, Typhon padded swiftly from the familiar and into the unknown. His large paws, carrying his even larger frame, hit the ground with a surety that he had never noticed before, and they carried him swiftly to his first milestone--the sea. Green eyes observed the sparkling waves and clear blue of the vast expanse, across which he could very faintly see the outline of his destination. It was a long way, but he had trained for this; Typhon could swim as well as any of his brothers and sisters, and he had no fear as he took his first few steps into the frigid sea, quickly reverting to a slow but steady dog-paddle.
Your sister has beaten you to the island and already she is preparing to shame you further. You must be swift in your tasks, floated the mysterious and powerful voice through his thoughts, and this time, he did not feel the need to sass them. 'I know... I will be the first to bring an egg back to my elders. I swear it,' Typhon responded with confidence, gritting his teeth and sputtering as the salt water washed over him in a wave, something he had not encountered in the lakes of his home. Though he was now fully covered in the chilly water, he did not slow his swimming, and his steady pace meant that he would not tire easily.
It was a long way to the island, however, and by the time his weary paws hit the rough sand of the new beach, his whole body collapsed, his lower half being lapped at by the waves that had followed him ashore. Typhon's chest heaved with effort, and his muscles burned as he lay helplessly on the sand, praying that no predator should happen upon him. Despite being nearly full grown and highly formidable, he was still vulnerable as he lay gasping for breath, paying no attention to his brand new surroundings.
Stop being a fool and get back on your feet. You will not survive here or elsewhere if you do not use your brain, roared the voice, compelling poor Typhon to jerk his head up and lift his paws, rising slowly but surely to stand his full height, though it still cost him effort to breath. Green eyes swooped this way and that, taking in the short beach and the grass beyond, and his nose, dried out from the salt water, tasted the breeze, taking in familiar and unfamiliar scents. One of which struck him and stayed--Lilith, her smell unmistakable, something he was initially grateful for and immediately suspicious of. Here, she was not his sister but his competition, and he was not sure he wanted to make contact.
It would benefit him to speak to her only to compare tactics and hope that he could gain the upper hand, or so he thought. The voice in his head told him differently: She can be of great help to you. There is no shame in using her to help yourself to a nest, and in case of an attack. It would be a simple matter to outrun and outswim her once the second half of the task has begun. Though a good point, Typhon scowled at the thought of needing Lilith to aid him. Was he not good enough to work alone? Then again, the voice was correct in saying that it would not hurt him to work together with her. Perhaps he would try.
As he started to take small steps from sandy beach to grassy land, he shook his pelt free of water and debris, though he still shivered as a vicious breeze whipped by. Heat emanated freely from every part of the island, but his swim had chilled him enough that it would take more than a few moments for the blazing sun to return him to a proper temperature. Instead of focusing on his bodily needs, the wolf took another deep breath, locking onto the sweet scent of his sister and turning to walk in her direction, as well as regulating his breathing to return it to normal. Typhon would give away his position far too easily if he was bellowing like a beast, and if he didn't have to reveal himself to Lilith immediately, he wouldn't.
After several long minutes and a lot of searching, Typhon found that the scent had begun to grow stronger, at the same time eyeing his massive sister across a grassy meadow. She was very obviously the daughter of Goliath and Datura, taking attributes straight from them as though Fenrir had lazily cobbled her together at the last minute. It irritated him, that she was larger than he, but that was not something he had control over. What mattered were the skills each wolf had, and in his mind, she could not compare to him.
"I see you've made the island your home already, dear sister," he said aloud as he approached Lilith, his voice finally becoming that of an adult male, deep and with vibrato, as opposed to his squeaky adolescence. The day he no longer tripped on words, however, would be the true sign; occasionally he would have to repeat words when he spoke too quickly, much to his dismay. Today, he spoke calmly and slowly, determined that it would be the day he officially became an adult. "You could have told me you were leaving. I would have helped you cross the sea," he taunted with a small smile, coming within a decent distance but not quite within striking range and wagging his tail once in response to her defensive posture. Clearly she was at least a little on edge, which he was pleased to see. "Tsk tsk, it's only your brother. No need to act so... frightened."
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Last Edit: Jul 1, 2015 3:01:21 GMT -5 by zenith
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
The masculine scent that greeted her dark nostrils was all too familiar, and while her form remained tense in preparation for a fight, she knew that it wasn’t an outsider. The salty smell mingled with her brother’s unique fragrance, unmistakably Typhon, and her self-defense melted away. Today, she would not have to fight off strangers on her own, and while she looked forward to defending the territories of her father’s empire, she found it strangely comforting that her brother was there. "You could have told me you were leaving. I would have helped you cross the sea." Lilith merely smiled in response, for it was clear that neither wolf present needed any help. In spite of his words, Lilith was grateful that Typhon had beat the others to the shores of Vor’asa. Like Lilith herself, the youngest son of Goliath and Datura was eager to begin and prepared for what was to come. Their mother had never sugarcoated what the experience awaiting them would be like – the worse it sounded, the more excited Lilith had grown. His next words, however, earned a skeptical look from the boyish femme: "Tsk tsk, it's only your brother. No need to act so... frightened." A bark of laughter pierced the silence of the land at the very notion of fear – fear was for the young and the weak. In Lilith’s mind, she was no longer either.
”Don’t be an ass,” she said with an amused look cast in the direction of the large brute. Her vision fell to the mangled dead snake at her forepaws, and her muzzle dipped to pluck up the carcass with her sharpened canines. With the flick of her head, the snake went spiraling through the air, bits of flesh and gore flinging in every direction as it flew toward Typhon. ”See, Tyfoo, I even got you a welcoming gift. It might be poisonous, though. Watch out for that.” She wasn’t as formal as perhaps someone of her station should be, in spite of her mostly mature physique. She had been using silly nicknames like Tyfoo and Belboo since she could talk, and while the speech impediment of her youth had faded away, she still entertained herself where she could.
Lilith was pragmatic in how she regarded her many brothers… They would fight for the same team someday soon, confronting the foes of Kairos side by side, so it wouldn’t do any good to make enemies with all of them. Of course, there were some that were simply unbearable – Erebos namely, with his moody attitude. She wondered if Eredoo, as she loved to call him because it still got under his skin, would even bother to show up to the Agoge. It was clear that he wasn’t very interested in being a warrior. She had already begun to suspect months before that he wasn’t entirely interested in his own pack, either, too anxious to get away from them all on Ina’mos – something that was nearly impossible, due to the islands size and its many inhabitants. The only other option was Vor’asa, but the thought of Erebos in the Agoge made her mismatched eyes roll backwards in her skull. He would probably just ruin it, or bitch and moan about it – as if that would change who he was or the expectations placed upon his hulking shoulders.
At the end of the day, however, no one belonging to her father’s Empire were her enemies… Unless they gave her cause to despise them. Lilith’s rage was unmatched when she lost her temper. Until the Agoge, she had to hold back, but that would no longer be the case here. Here, she could use every muscle, every pound of her enormous weight to her advantage. Here, she could excel without worrying about punishment from any of the mothers. Her tail flicked behind her unconsciously as she turned away from Typhon to examine the empty beach once more. ”No one else has made it this far, I’m fairly confident. I would have noticed them on the beach. Did you hear anyone else talking about leaving soon?” Mostly, she was interested in knowing if the twins, Othrys and Olympus, would soon be joining them. It wouldn’t be the same until they arrived.
tags: Typhon + Sabaoth ooc: maybe just another couple of replies before Uncle Sabaoth shows up?
Typhon deftly avoided the flying gore of the snake as Lilith threw it, though some blood did land upon his cheek, below one of his eyes. He grinned at her, eyes twinkling as he shifted his weight back to be even on all four paws again. "Better not let mother hear you call me Typhoo, dearest sister, or she'll get on your case about acting like an adult. I should know; called her mum plenty of times, and she hated every one of them," he rattled off boredly, setting his feet more widely and shaking out his pelt again. It helped to warm him somewhat, and he much preferred the idea of shaking the salt from his fur rather than grooming it. At least, not before he found a body of water that was safe to drink.
A question reached his ears once he had rid himself of more water, and he set his bright eyes on his sister again, cocking his head to the side curiously. "Hoping to see your lover Othrys, then? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I have not heard of them leaving quite yet. Though, since the two of us have gotten such an early start, I imagine they won't be far behind," Typhon responded, gently chiding his sister about her affections for the twins--or rather, only one of them, though it was hard to tell if they even were two separate entities sometimes. "I'm sure your little mate will get here soon, with his brother swimming at his tail."
Some days, Typhon felt as though he would like having a closer relationship with his siblings; other days (most days, in fact) he couldn't care less about them. They were a fact, and sometimes they helped him train, or amused him, but they were not a requirement in his life. Datura, on the other paw, was extremely important to him, though he soon would no longer need her, either. It won't be long until you no longer need anyone but me, purred the voice in his head, causing the wolf to twitch an ear. Use your siblings while you can, and when you are strong enough, I will lead you to your destiny. This was the first time the voice had interrupted a conversation, and Typhon turned his grin into a small frown as he attempted to push the voice back, not eager to key Lilith in to his strange behavior and cause her to ask questions.
In order to overpower the voice, Typhon stepped forward and closer to his sister, replacing his frown with another smile as he reached his neck out to lick her gently on the shoulder in a rare display of affection, one that was quickly ruined by the taste of saltwater that clung to his tongue. He licked his chops incessantly for several moments, unable to rid his mouth of the awful, dry feeling. "You could use a bath," he noted, turning away from her to sniff the air in search of water. Now that he had tasted the effect of the saltwater, he was determined not to groom it off. "As could I. Come, sister, let us find some running water."
Without more preamble, Typhon's giant paws began padding away, taking him further onto the island with the expectation that his sister would follow. It was likely she would, at the very least, hurry to walk next to him, but he presumed that she would also jog ahead, determined to prove she was better than he. Perhaps, however, she would instead allow the nature of the Agoge to prove who was better, and attempt to bring her egg home first and worry little about what would happen before they began their final task.
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Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
The burly she-wolf watched as Typhon attempted to shake the ocean water from his pelt, creating a mist of salt and sea. Lilith, still smirking as her barely-older brother attempted to correct the dumb nickname she refused to let die, gave a sharp laugh. ”Mother isn’t here. She might as well be on the other side of the world now.” And it was true – there would be no more affection stolen glances from the she-wolf who had given them life, no more protection. On Vor’asa, there wasn’t Mother or Pandora or any of the other weak females Lilith had left behind.
Her mismatched eyes rolled in barely-exaggerated exasperation at the notion that she and Othrys were lovers. Lilith wasn’t a sweet, romanctic female who dreamt of the day she would fall in love. Love, for Lilith, was the thrill of the chase, the way her heart pounded like a drum within her ribcage when she caught her prey, and the sweet taste of blood upon her tongue. She found the idea of breeding with a male to be repulsive, and her nostril wrinkled in disdain. If they thought Lilith was going to roll over for any male, they would surely be disappointed. She had a few years before she would be sexually mature, and perhaps then, they would attempt to force her. But Lilith was not a wolf who could be coerced or forced to do anything. Her tone matched her disgust at her brother’s teasing words. ”Oh please. I want Othrys as a mate as much as you want him.” It was absurd. Males didn’t take other males for their harems, and girls didn’t get to be mates with girls. ”If I had to take one of them as a mate, it wouldn’t be Othrys or Olympus.” This left only one – Ossa, the sole female from the litter, but Lilith gave a dismissive glance in her brother’s direction. She knew that’s not the way the world worked.
"You could use a bath. As could I. Come, sister, let us find some running water." She glanced down at her legs, still splattered in blood now dried on her fur. Typhon tried to take the lead in search of clean water, but Lilith called out to him before he could go too far: ”I already know where the fresh water is around here, the coldest water you ever tasted,” she promised, pleased that she was the one who would be leading the way, since she already knew where to go. But before she could lift a massive paw from the sand, a sound caught her attention. ”You hear that?” Unconsciously, the fur along her nape began to stand on end, posture shifting to a defensive stance as she looked about. Her head whipping quickly from left to right in search of the newcomer, Lilith was ready for whoever else had joined them there. This was her father’s territory, and even though her training had only begun, Lilith was prepared to meet a trespasser with teeth bared and muscles taut beneath her mottled fur. With no semblance of fear, her eyes searched the brush nearby for signs of movement.
His monstrous form parted the water as if he were the leviathan itself, rising from the icy depths of the ocean to the sand in one fluid movement that was all too familiar. It seemed as if all Sabaoth had done was swim – to Ina’mos on the night he’d rediscovered his family, to Vor’asa to make preprations with Isaiah, to Ina’mos once more to spend one arduous but pleasure-filled night with his mate, and now back to Vor’asa for the Agoge, more permanently. For months this would be his home, his time spent training young Kairos warriors. He mulled over this thought as he padded along the beach, wet sand gathering between in toes in a way that was becoming infuriatingly familiar. The positive side of the continuous journey, it seemed, was stamina. While the first swim to Ina’mos had been exhausting, and the first to Vor’asa tiring as well, he’d noticed that it had become easier, his muscles straining less, his breaths coming easier.
On and on Sabaoth went, paws thumping dully against the earth as slowly the terrain morphed, sand turning firm beneath him. In the distance, two shapes loomed. They were large, and yet this meant little to him, for the majority of the adolescents making the crossing were significant in size. He was in no hurry to approach them, his stride long but slow and measured, his pale eyes gleaming and nostrils flared. After a long moment he’d drawn near enough to scent them; Typhon was immediately familiar, Sabaoth’s mind flashing back to moments spent teaching him to hunt when he’d been much smaller. The other did not come to him as swiftly, although after several more steps he identified her: Lilith, a brutish and frankly ridiculous excuse for a femme, simply because she was larger and filled with more vigor than the majority of her brothers.
He was approaching them from behind, and while he did not fear them, he had no desire to startle them, either – although it quickly became apparent that wouldn’t be the case when they froze, Lilith’s head lifting quickly, gaze undoubtedly darting from point to point. The underbrush grew thicker around his legs as Sabaoth circled around to the side, moving slowly still as he stepped into their line of sight, hulking form coming to a halt a fair distance from the pair.
”Well, well,” he drawled, standing before them with damp fur and even breathing despite his recent swim. ”I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that it was you who arrived first.” His gaze flicked from Typhon to Lilith and back again, a tiny nod aimed in his nephew’s direction – although his words were intended for the both of them. He did not know much about Lilith as of yet, but he’d met his niece upon Ina’mos, becoming familiar with her through fleeting glances. He wasn’t surprised to see that Erebos was not with them, and after their initial encounter, Sabaoth did not doubt for one moment that the dark brute would make himself scarce when he did cross.
”Your arrival surpassed even my own.” He was unsure if anyone else had shown up upon Vor’asa yet after having arrived so recently himself, and yet he had the sneaking suspicion that they hadn’t. His glance flicked between the two once more, lingering upon each of them longer, assessing and sizing them up. Typhon had grown considerably over the past few months, his size very close to Sabaoth’s own, and Lilith…well, she’d come to be even larger than he, although the Vanguard considered this with the critical eye that a General might consider a Soldier, no trace of jealousy or displeasure evident in his gaze. ”You both must be very eager.”
"If I were you, sister, I'd be happy to have Othrys as my mate," Ty responded over his shoulder, making a cooing sort of face at his sister. "He's large, obnoxious, and always flirting with everything that breathes in his direction. It'd be a cakewalk to make him fall for me." A short, barking laugh left his lips after he spoke, for he was always amused by his sister's aversion to atypical pairings; she seemed to think it an insult to insinuate that he would fall in love with one of the twins, whereas he simply saw no point in it.
Typhon wheeled around as Lilith revealed that she knew where water was, and scowled; she could have told him before he began marching off, but of course she must have found water last night. She had, after all, gotten here several hours before Typhon, and if she hadn't gotten water before now, she would be fairly delirious with dehydration. Shaking the anger from his fur, the large brute nodded acquiescence to his sister and began to pad after her instead. They had gotten only a short way before a noise alerted them, and both wolves turned the same direction, peering into the undergrowth.
The ruff of Typhon's neck fur raised instinctively as well as he took in a huge whiff of air through his nose, the scent of saltwater very nearly overpowering the smell of his uncle, but not quite--instantly the fur along his back fell again, his heart rate began to slow, and a toothy grin spread across his muzzle as Sabaoth came into view, his hulking form slow and steady and very nearly dry despite his having to have swum here. How long had their uncle been on the island? Perhaps he simply did the same as Typhon, walking across the beach and finding familiar scents not long after. Either way, the young wolf was eager to see his uncle, as was made apparent by the easy wagging of his fluffy tail behind him.
"Uncle," Typhon said in a warm greeting, dipping his head for a fraction of a second before raising it up again, pride apparent in his stance. "It's been ages. See? I'm nearly your size now," he added with a tinge of childishness, his inner nature shining through as it always did when he was thoroughly excited about something. It was a part of him he hoped would never die; happiness and optimism were things that he valued greatly.
As it was highly obviously that the two had been eager to leave for the Agoge, Typhon nodded in response to his uncle's words but did not respond. He shot a quick glance at Lilith, wondering briefly if she had ever interacted with their uncle. Ty, of course, largely owed his ability to hunt to Sabaoth, and had learned a great deal from asking the elder wolf questions; he was not sure his sister was the type to value knowledge, but it was likely she would go to Saba in order to learn what he knew about fighting. If they were smart, all the pups participating in the Agoge would do so; despite them all being warriors, Sabaoth was very clearly the most ferocious and tenacious of all the mentors they would have on the island, as far as Typhon was concerned. Even Goliath had never battled a cougar.
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Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
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