Flirt in Training [Roka]

[Olympus]

He walks. | He talks. | He thinks.

He was leaving soon, traveling with his brother and the other pups old enough to journey off of the Ina'mos for the Agoge. It would be difficult, it would be trying, but as long as he had Othrys at his side, he knew he would succeed. But right now, right now he was taking some time for himself on the edge of the island. He had been here before, but not many times. The Atoll under the water off the coast was truly beautiful, but not as beautiful as he was. Nothing was, except Othrys, however. The twins were so similar, but at the same time, so different. He could not help but imagine what his brother would think right now if he could hear his own thoughts. Would he agree? Would he argue that he was the more attractive twin?

The young prince laughed softly at the thought. How could he be? They were twins. Shaking his head slowly, he moved forward and towards the water. It was shallow here, but the liquid was much colder than he expected. He lifted a paw as the water snaked towards it, threatening to chill him to the bone with a single touch. He would have growled at it if he were younger and did not know better, but he was well informed that the water was not actually alive. It was not attacking him. He smirked as he thought about his younger days, about how much he had changed, how much they both had changed. Things would be even more different soon, they would be warriors of Kairos when they returned.

His paws were carrying him again in a matter of moments, however. An onlooker might assume he was pacing, but he really was paying little attention to what his paws were doing. They were moving, he was safe, that was all he needed to know. He would decide to join his brother eventually, but for now, he found himself moving along the beach slowly with his tail swaying lightly behind him. The sun was high in the sky, making him open his mouth to pant softly as he walked. The summer sun was hot, and though he knew the water was a bit chilly, he half debated swimming just to cool off his dark coat.

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Muse: Low
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[Roka]

Roka paced along the beach as well unaware that she had company here at the edge of the island. It had been a few days since she had been accepted into the ranks of Kairos, the matriarch Datura bringing her in. The most important part that she reminded herself constantly was that she had joined the pack of her own merit. Roka had finally gained what she had wanted ever since she had met him, Sabaoth. Here she was stuck in his homeland with not a friend in sight an where was he, off somewhere. She had to make sure that she wasn't found following him around all hours of the day, she had to allow him his independence. She required it and so did he. Taking a few more steps she looked down at the rocky pebbles beneath her feet. When she had first arrived at the beach that day she had met Datura , the pebbles had torn her paws to shreds. Even now she could feel the pinch of the rocks on the pads of her paws.

When she finally did look up she saw the stranger walking the beach in much the same pattern as her. If they didn't know better one would say that this wolf was agitated about something. The ebony creature looked young, with massive paws and a lanky body. He looked like a little giant on the verge of becoming an adult. Despite his larger size, Roka could still tell that he was a youth of the pack. She wondered how many of these miniature giants were walking around. The picture images of their fathers as they conquered all before them. Roka wasn't sure if she wanted to disturb this younglings pacing, but fate seemed to have other ideas for her. If he hadn't already seen her he would have heard her for sure. She kept her distance and watched on in curiosity bout what troubled such a fresh mind. Surely such young shoulders could not carry too much burden.

It was obvious from the way he smelled that he was a pack member, a part of her new extended family. Shouldn't she at least feign concern for the little wolf. She rolled her eyes skyward before taking a few more reluctant steps. He would either ignore her or he would greet her. If the former she could continue on her way in peace, if the latter than she would have to figure out what lie ahead.

[Olympus]

He walks. | He talks. | He thinks.

He had company, and though he had yet to spot her, he could smell her nearby. She was probably behind him, and though he was still debating throwing himself into the water beside him, he instead stopped his movements and turned to look at her. She was smaller than him, but he had no doubt that she was older. She already had scars of experience on her face, a trait that he took his time inspecting as he lowered his ass down into the water where he stood. Although he had been standing in a spot that was only soaked when the water moved up towards him, his fur was already beginning to get wet as he tilted his head and threw her a charming smile. He still had a bit of his boyish charm, but he was mostly grown now and soon he would be leaving for the Agoge.

This female, though, she was the first he had met that was not his age, a younger pup, or a mother. "Hey there." He said, his tail swaying back and forth slightly in the wet sand as he watched her. She was smaller than him, as most females in the pack would be - except for Lilith, of course - and he could tell that she had only fairly recently joined Kairos. "What brings such a pretty lady like yourself out to the edge of the Ina'mos today?" He asked, still smiling at her for a moment before lowering himself further down into the sand so that he was laying down when the water swiped over it and around his body. "Care to join me for a swim? Or to catch some fish?" He asked, knowing that he not only wanted to cool off, but also could use some sort of meal. Perhaps a small shark or some fish would tide him over until he and his brother prepared to leave for the Agoge.

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Muse: Low
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[Roka]

Roka saw the young male turn to look at her, finally noticing her presence. Instead of ignoring her and allowing her to continue on her way, he decided to spark up some conversation. He thought that his boyish charms would be appealing to her, would make her want him. It was almost laughable the amount of smooth he thought to put behind his words. Roka didn't like the charms of males, she thought of sweet words like a snake trying to lure it's prey within striking distance. He was a pretty boy, with deep blue eyes to contrast with his striking ebony coat. Many females would have found this little giant attractive, but not Roka. Physical appearance meant little to her in the grand scheme of things. She had chosen her male because of his strength and power, not because of his looks, although she had grown to like the way his scars looked. This young pup had no marks on his body, too young to have faced many challenges.

A smile twitched upon her lips as she watched him sit in the water. He wanted her to swim with him to eat with him. He wanted her to share her time with him, even though her time was precious. She wondered why this young male was all on his own at the edge of this ragged beach. Was he planning to leave this island or did he enjoy this particular view. He called her beautiful, having heard those words before, she held back a sneer. Roka never paid attention to words like those not caring how she looked. Being beautiful was a fleeting trait that spoke of nothing but vanity and pettiness. She wanted to be remembered for her sharp mind, her strength, her skill. Not for her face. "If you must know I have lost something and am trying to find it." Her lost conviction was starting to weigh heavily on her making her unsure if this pack was the right fit. She liked that fact that Sabaoth was so gruff and distant, similar to her, but it did little to alleviate her doubts. Thinking over his offer she wondered how the fish would taste. Her last meal had been a few day ago and her stomach was beginning to growl in anticipation. Perhaps it wouldn't be a terrible idea to eat something. "You will have to teach me to fish." Her reply was a gruff growl as she took a few steps towards the salty water.

Olympus

[Olympus]

He walks. | He talks. | He thinks.

He watched her, tilting his head as she looked back at him and seemed to analyze him rather slowly. He gave her nothing but a cocky smile, his head tilted and his ears perked as she finally spoke back to him. "If you must know I have lost something and am trying to find it." Instant curiosity crept into his eyes, but instead of leaping up like the pup he once was and offering to help her search, he instead remained laying in the water until she spoke once more. He liked to think that he was fairly confident and smooth, but in all reality he still had a lot to learn when it came to females. He had his brother, who he was always confident around, but the only other females he really interacted with were mothers or pups that he knew were out of his reach. They were growing, yes, but they were all still so young. "You will have to teach me to fish." He had gotten distracted, although his eyes were no longer on the female, his ears twitched at the sound of her voice.

He was watching the waves, the water, as it lapped up against the sand of the beach, desperate to reach his already partially soaked body. "No problem." He said, the words coming out much more confident than he truly was. Instead of sitting there and second guessing his abilities, however, he pushed himself up to his feet and looked over at the smaller wolf. "There are no fish right here, we will have to go out a bit deeper for them." He said, looking out towards deeper water and then back at the female. "When we get there, stand still and watch for the closest fish. But keep an eye out for small sharks, some of them like the shallows and they bite." He finished, surprising himself with the words that were coming out of his mouth. He had not exactly hunted before, but he had overheard the female adults in the caverns talking about such things when he was younger. It did not sound too hard, perhaps he could pull off looking like he actually knew what he was doing here.

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[Roka]

Roka cast a skyward glance before wading into the water. Once again she was coated in salty water, her least favorite kind of water. Olympus spoke of sharks that lurked in the shallow water and how they liked to bite underneath the water. "Well they will learn a lesson if they bite me...I bite back." The joke was gruff and her voice didn't hold much of an air of kidding. Her grin was a toothy one that resembled more of a snarl than anything else. Wading even further into the crystalline depths she found herself a little past shoulder length in the water. "Are you going to teach me or what Olympus?" Roka was curious about learning this new skill, another thing on her ever growing list of accomplishments. Looking down she could see the fish darting away from her paws, trying not to get stepped on. They were mostly small fish, but there were a few larger ones lurking in the deeper water. Stilling her movements she waited to see what the fish would do.

Obviously a very unintelligent kind of creature because they returned to swim around her feet once she stopped moving. She gave Olympus another grin, her tail wagging a little above water. It seemed like this would be an easy catch. She waited for him to join her before even trying to dive down into the water. For all she knew there was some trick to snagging the slippery creatures. "Now what do I do?" Her bark was impatient as she waited eagerly to catch her first fish. Her mouth watered and she wiggled a little in anticipation. The salty breeze washed over her fur drying the part of her fur not in the water. It brought with it little waves that crashed on the pebbled shore. "Which ones are the most tastey?" She debated whether or not she should get the largest fish she could catch or the best looking one. Would she really enjoy a fish that wasn't very flavorful. She began to relax a little in this young males presence seeing no real threat from him or his flirting. He was just a youngster after all.

Olympus Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

He rose from the sea like the great crest of a wave, dripping water and breathing heavily, his sides rising and falling with the massive promise of breath. He’d warred with himself for some time over returning to Ina’mos for a swift visit in order to check for signs of Roka, finally deciding to do so before the agoge. The swim was arduous, tiring even him, his muscles aching as his paws finally brushed sand beneath the water. Soon he would have to return to Vor’asa; in fact he had only a single night before he would make the swim again, and should he return without having seen her upon Ina’mos, the wait would be over. Sabaoth was patient – agonizingly so – and yet it had long ago run thin.

He was halfway out of the water when he heard the sound of voices far down the shore on his right; he turned, pale eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of two wolves in the water. One was as dark as night, ebony fur partially-wet, and after a moment Sabaoth recognizing him as one of the twin sons of Zohartze. He had never met the Mexican mother, nor her sons, and yet he knew of them. He was very nearly expecting the other figure to be his brother, whichever one it was, but instead he was met with the thick mottled fur and the scarred visage of…

Roka.

Immediately he rose onto the shore, steps heavily as he strolled towards them. Although they were not touching they were near to each other, and he’d seen enough of the twins botched attempts at flattery to guess well enough what was going on. Naturally he could not easily tell the difference between the two, and did not yet know that Olympus was not the primary one he’d seen flitting from woman to woman – that, he would later learn, was Othrys. He approached them from behind, having no desire to step into the water once more as he stopped at the shoreline, his deep voice carrying easily over the waves.

”Well, well,” he rumbled, a bird-like tilt of his head somehow suggesting mockery instead of curiosity. ”You two seem…cozy.” His gaze slid swiftly across the dark male, still young but certainly large enough to be of age for the agoge. Next he glanced to Roka, drinking in the sight of her. She looked healthy, and like she’d adapted to Kairos in the time that she’d found it. It could not have been long ago – likely while he’d been on Vor’asa with Isaiah.

”By all means, don’t let me ruin your fun.”

TAGS: Roka + Olympus 
NOTES: yay <3 

[Olympus]

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Things were going well, better than he expected. He did not know anything about the female in front of him, but he could tell from the moment that he saw her that she would be at least somewhat hesitant about something, likely things or wolves larger and stronger than her. Either that, or she was a complete and total idiot that looked for trouble wherever she went because she was too stupid to realize the difference. He watched her move further into the water, barely resisting the urge to stretch out his neck to sniff at her side as she moved by. He could not exactly say that she was particularly attractive, but like his mind had told him many times already, she was one of the only older, unrelated females that he knew. At least that did not have pups to care for or raise already.

"Well they will learn a lesson if they bite me...I bite back." He tried to hold back a soft laugh, but as usual when it came to concealing amusement, he failed miserably. The smile that crept across his features would be plain as day to her, though he found that he honestly did not care too much what she thought of him. He knew she was not in heat, there was no point in messing around, and he was leaving for the Agoge soon. He could tell that she had no intentions of giving him anything that he truly might want, so he saw little point in wasting his time. In all reality, she was probably just humoring her for the hell of it because she had nothing better to do. "Are you going to teach me or what Olympus?" He honestly could not believe that she had actually thought he knew what he was doing. He swallowed, pushing himself up onto his feet and stretching almost lazily before turning to join her.

There was not much space between their forms, but he kept at least a bit of room between them just for the sake of avoiding the wrath of her teeth. He might have been young and naive, but he was not a complete idiot. She had given him plenty of warning signs to know that if he pushed the line and got too close, she would bite. "Which ones are the most tasty?" He frowned, tilting his head as he looked down at the fish that swam curiously around their legs. "Usually the brighter colored ones taste worse. I have not tried them all, yet, though." He said, picking up a paw carefully as a small shark swam a bit too close for comfort. Suddenly, though a sound distracted him, and spooked the fish below them. It was soon followed by the form of a wolf, as well as a deep voice that rumbled in their direction. ”You two seem…cozy.” The young male lifted his head, tilting it curiously as he looked at the older male that stood several feet away.

But he was not staying away. He was moving towards them, and only part of his expression suggested amusement. ”By all means, don’t let me ruin your fun.” His ears perked, eyes moving from the male to the female and slowly putting the pieces together. There seemed to be some sort of recognition in the older male's eyes, and by the scars on his face, he could tell that he had plenty of experience behind him. He inhaled deeply, the male's scent entering his nose and registering as slightly familiar, almost like the one Goliath carried with him everywhere. Perhaps this was one of the brothers that he had heard about? "You're welcome to join us." He said, flashing the older wolf a childishly goofy smile, thinking better of giving him a charming and cocky one. Perhaps Othrys would have, but he liked to think he knew how to quit when he was ahead. There was no doubt that this large, experienced male could destroy him if he truly pissed him off.

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Tags: Roka, Sabaoth
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Roka]

A familiar prickle of awareness overcame her when she heard the deep voice. Turning her head so that he could eye could actually look upon his face, she had to hold herself back. The rational part of her mind was the one that would not allow herself to run to his side like a love sick pup. The other part of her brain couldn't be completely silent and was evident by the rapid wag of her tail. Despite telling herself that she was independent and that she had come to Kairos by her own free will she had really missed him. She could hear the thin veil of amusement barely coating the anger she could almost feel inside. She understood why he was upset, for if she caught him sniffing about another female she knew her rage would take over. Even though she knew this fishing lesson with Olympus was perfectly innocent, it would do no good to try to convince him. That is why she liked him so much, he was dominant and stubborn just like her. A primal and deep part of her wanted him to put the pup in his place, to affirm that she belonged to him. That she had followed him for a reason. Another more compassionate part of her didn't want to see the pups spirit crushed.

Once she had waited a decent amount of time she began to make her way to the shore line. She couldn't just run up to him and rub all over him like she wanted to. His scent on her pelt had faded when she had crossed the sea and she craved more than anything to see it replaced. Picking up her pace just a little she made it to the rocky shore trotting up to him. Didn't want to come across as too desperate to see him now did she. Her mind had been filled with him these past few weeks making her more and more angry as the time had passed. This fishing trip had been nothing more than a way to divert her thoughts from Sabaoth. The more she dwelled on him the angrier she got. She wanted him to be here with her instead of sending her here to play nice with his pack mates. Finally reaching him she gave him a quick grin, the one resembling a snarl. She just couldn't resist provoking him even after being away from him from so long. She reached out and tugged on his chest fur, none to gently. She couldn't just let him have all the fun now could she. "It is about damn time you showed up." Snapping was one way of releasing all of the tension and frustration of these last few weeks. Acclimating to a pack was difficult enough without her having to wait around for him. She had traveled here to be with him and where had he been nowhere to be seen. No matter how strong she was the transition had still taken it's toll on her. The only wolf she had been wanting to talk to had been on the other end of the sea, the sea she had struggled across just to find him in the first place.

His fur tasted of the salt water and she couldn't help but tug on it again, resisting the urge to rub her smaller frame against his larger one. Their scents mixed together was a heady and intoxicating smell that was already becoming addicting. The thrill that usually accompanied being around him was rapidly making it's way back to her. She could feel the familiar tension that she always felt with him begin a new. It seemed that time and distance did nothing to diffuse the passion that lay between them. "You kept me waiting." This time she said it in a gentler tone not wanting the younger wolf to over hear her words. Sabaoth was finally here within her reach and she was reluctant to share his attention with anyone even this ebony youngster.


Sabaoth Olympus

[Sabaoth]

The first to react was the young brute, ears perking and eyes sliding from Sabaoth to Roka and back again, realization shining in his lapis gaze. His response was light-hearted and his grin bordering upon silly, but before Sabaoth could comment further, Roka was moving towards him, her swaying tail a telltale sign of her pleasure. He watched her approach without moving, not even shifting as the sharp tug of her teeth pulling at his fur surged through him. ”It is about damn time you showed up." This was said none too quietly, and Sabaoth’s lips peeled away from his teeth as his pale gaze roamed her, hot and searching. ”Bold as ever, I see,” he said, nostrils flaring as he dragged in her scent. There was no sign of another male upon her – not even the one who stood before them, despite his previous proximity. It was relaxing, if only slightly. A moment later his gaze returned to her as her soft admission caressed his auds, silver-touched brow quirking as he advanced to drag his side along hers, clearly marking her. ”As did you,” he returned, a growl rumbling in his throat as he nipped at one of her ears. ”I was beginning to think you would not come.” There was a dark edge to his words, his tone alone making it perfectly clear what he would have done had she not appeared on Ina’mos...but she had, and the pleasure tinged with affection flickering elusively in his gaze was reserved only for her.

He had not forgotten about the boy. Raising his gaze from Roka, he stepped away from her, satisfied now that she smelled of him. Later he would ensure that every inch of her bore his scent, and his hot gaze upon her had shown as much, but for now, there were other matters at hand. Had the brute been an adult, or had he displayed defiance, Sabaoth would not have hesitated to put him in his place….but the ebony male who stood before him was young, and judging from his stance, he clearly knew better than to stand up to Sabaoth. The scarred behemoth tilted his head, observing the young one silently before finally addressing him, tone gravelly yet neutral. ”I can’t tell you and your brother apart. Damned twins,” he murmured, trying but failing to find some distinguishable difference between the two. ”Are you Olympus? Or…” he faltered briefly, trying to conjure the name of the other, which he’d heard in passing. ”…Othrys?” His gaze snapped back to Roka then, a smile that was bordering on mocking coming to his lips. ”And did you at least manage to teach my mate how to catch something? I fear that her nasty attitude might have scared your prey away.”

Mate. The word had fallen so effortlessly from his muzzle, and he severely doubted that Roka would protest. She was here upon Ina’mos now, and she was his..and she’d also provided him with an opportunity to acquaint himself with whichever twin stood before him in the wake of the approaching agoge. Soon enough he would see what the young brute who stood before him was made of, but it wouldn’t hurt to start observing him now.

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Within a matter of moments, the female had left his side and made her way over to the male that had approached them slightly down the shore. The black prince turned in the direction of the beach, watching them interact and finding himself with very little interest when it came to following Roka inland. Instead, he lowered his head, watching the fish that the female's movements had disturbed slowly begin to return to his paws. His ears perked, watching each one poke tentatively at his leg and nibble at his fur momentarily before he dunked his head into the water and pulled out a medium sized gray fish in his mouth. Although his stomach growled and he would have liked to eat it then and there, he instead made his way towards the shore, stopping a few feet away from the pair of wolves.

He tossed the fish in Sabaoth's direction, tilting his head and sitting his ass down a bit roughly in the sand where he was standing. Water splashed around him slightly, but the force of the impact and the depth of the water was not quite enough to actually get either other wolf wet. ”I can’t tell you and your brother apart. Damned twins, are you Olympus? ...or Othrys?" He could not help but smile at the words. It was hard to tell the two of them apart, since they were twins, but their personalities did differ to an extent. "Olympus." He said, introducing himself and dipping his head in a small, respectful nod of greeting. He was not a warrior yet, for he still had to travel to the Agoge, therefore he was sure that the older, scarred male in front of him technically out-ranked him. Hell, the female probably did too, since he was likely still considered a pup. He hated the term pup, but even he had to admit that he had not yet earned his place within the legitimate ranks of Kairos.

”And did you at least manage to teach my mate how to catch something? I fear that her nasty attitude might have scared your prey away.” He tilted his head, looking over at the female that stood closer to Sabaoth than him. "We only just started." He said, completely unsure of whether or not she had learned anything. He probably would have been able to teach her, had they had more than a couple moments in the deep water with the fish. But Sabaoth had interrupted them, so there really was no way to tell what would have happened. "I'm sure there are still fish around here. I saw a shark earlier." He said, glancing back at the deeper water behind him that he was sure was once again filled with fish. "Were you at the Vor'asa preparing for the Agoge? Othrys and I will be leaving any day now." He said, his tail swishing back and forth in the shallow water behind him, clearly showing his excitement.

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Tags: Roka, Sabaoth
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Roka]

Roka stood by Sabaoth's side content now that she had his scent covering her. The bonus of his rubbing his side against her was that he now bore her scent as well. He had been off in some distant land without her and she like thinking that she had some way to mark him as hers. Even though her scent would be washed away when he entered the sea once again. She remained silent as he questioned the youngster, wondering if he was going to let his temper get the best of him. She liked it when he was possessive and temperamental because it meant that he cared even if it was only a little bit. Roka had no idea how deep his affection for her went, but she knew how she felt. He was hers and that was all she needed to know. He was the only male that she had positive feelings for besides Aurik. The only male that she was attracted to in the slightest. Even this pup as handsome as he was made her feel nothing. His gentle tug on her ear was returned with humming growl. She moved in pressing a little closer to her giant of a male before stepping away again. For whatever reason she wanted the contact with him, but was unsure of herself. He was the only male that she had ever gotten this close to and it made her a little edgy.

The gleam in his eye held affection for her and she returned the look, her eyes warming a little as she stared into his blue orbs. She had always found that kind of blue to be scorching, searing her body with his heated gazed. If she wasn't careful she would begin to pant right here in front of them both. She relaxed sitting down next to him while he conversed with Olympus. The talked about something called the Agoge, but she had no idea what that was so she remained silent. She knew that she had kept him waiting for her, but she had run into Aurik on the mainland in an unforeseen twist of events. Her ears twitched about as she drank in all of the information that was passed between them. She made a point to ask Sabaoth what the Agoge was. She also wondered about when he would be leaving her again. The pack was bearable at best so how would she survive when he left again. Absently she began to lick the fur on his shoulder wanting more of her scent to cling to him. Wherever he was going he was surely going without her, so she had the urge to mark him. Her more primal instincts pushing her to keep him. She could taste his scent with every lick, intoxicating and heady, making her feel a little more calm with his departure. At least he would be able to stay with her for one night. Or so she hoped. "How long until you leave again." The question came out a little more gruff than she would have liked, but he always brought out the best and the worst in her.

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[Sabaoth]

It seemed as if Sabaoth was not the only one with his mind on the Agoge. He nodded his head at Olypmus’ question, pleased both that he had a name for the young male and that the black brute was seemingly looking forward to the Agoge. ”I was,” he said, glancing in the direction of the ocean he’d crossed only mere moments ago. ”I’m looking forward to seeing you and your brother there, as well as the others. I’ll be assisting with overseeing the progress of you all, and mentoring those who wish it as well,” he said. His gaze flicked to Roka swiftly, not missing the look of slight confusion upon her features as she brushed his side. ”The Agoge is for male pups within Kairos – and some extremely determined females, occasionally. It is a rigorous training routine, and must be completed for a pup to be considered both an adult, and a worthy warrior,” he explained. ”It takes place upon Vor’asa – Kairos territory across the water.”

It was odd to be explaining things to Roka when he himself had only learned several months ago, but it was satisfying. It meant that she was truly here to stay – not that he’d ever doubted it. ”Lilith and Typhon arrived just before I departed,” Sabaoth told Olympus, gaze shifting to meet the deep blue of the other brute’s once more. He’d heard that the twins bore a striking resemblance to their father, General Titan, but Sabaoth had not yet met the brute. It seemed as if he’d gone missing in action, but Sabaoth would not allow Titan’s flightiness to effect how he viewed the twins. They would make a name for themselves in the Agoge, if they were smart and strong, and so far Sabaoth found not a single trace of daftness upon Olympus’ features. Perhaps the youth of Kairos would prove to be something impressive and fearsome.

"How long until you leave again."

Despite her question that was more of a demand, Sabaoth did not immediately answer Roka, instead standing still, allowing her to groom the fur of his shoulder as he considered. Truly he could not wait any longer, even if he had wished that he could. ”I leave on the morrow,” he informed her, his voice firm and gruff. ”And will likely be upon Vor’asa for several months to come. Three, perhaps four.” It was not a long time in the grand scheme of things, but surely it would be disappointing to her when she’d just found him once more. Regardless, it was the way of life within Kairos. ”I hope to see you and your brother there soon afterwards,” he said after a moment of consideration, addressing Olympus once more, one ear tilted towards the dark youth and the other towards his mate, waiting to detect any signs of disappointment or huffiness from her, and an agreement from Olympus.

TAGS: Roka + Olympus
WORDS: 482

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He was like his father, he knew it was true. At least in appearance, anyways. It seemed that his physical attributes were never his own, for if others were to not affiliate him instantly with his twin, they would instead associate him with his absentee father. He sat silently as Sabaoth spoke, his ears perked and his blue eyes intent on the older male. ”I’m looking forward to seeing you and your brother there, as well as the others. I’ll be assisting with overseeing the progress of you all, and mentoring those who wish it as well.” Even he had to admit that it was quite lucky and convenient that he had met up with the older wolf before he and Othrys left for the Agoge. He would have liked to ask so many questions about the upcoming trails, but he knew that there was little point. He instead sat silently, listening to Sabaoth explain the Agoge to the female that he could only assume now was his mate. Roka was new to Kairos, he had been able to tell that from the very moment he had met her. The scent that she carried was one of Kairos and Sabaoth, but it had been faint, almost as if she had just recently arrived.

The relationship between the male and female before him did not interest the young prince even in the slightest, and though he could tell that there would probably be some whining and complaining about the fact that there would be distance between them for months at a time, he could not bring himself to feel any sympathy. Sure, he assumed that he would find at least one female some day, but he could not believe that he would settle down and develop feelings of affection and love for a single lady of Kairos. Perhaps he would have many litters, like his father, or perhaps he would only have a few. Either way, he was more concerned with the Agoge at the moment than the two lovers before him. ”I hope to see you and your brother there soon afterwards.” The mention of himself and Othrys had the young wolf looking back over at the scarred wolf that spoke to him. He nodded, pushing himself up to his feet and letting his wet tail hang limply behind him. "You definitely will, Sir. I look forward to beginning the Agoge soon. Othrys and I will be leaving any day now to make the swim there." He said, glancing over at Roka for a moment. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss." He said, finding a surprising amount of manners in himself today.

He might still be young and inexperienced, but he knew how to stop while he was ahead. So far it appeared that he had at least slightly fallen into the good graces of both of these wolves, therefore he decided it would be best not to burn any bridges before he even traveled to the Vor'asa. It would be a shame to make enemies in the pack simply because he was cocky and could not control his words. He had seen it happen, or nearly happen, many times with Othrys, and he liked to think that he had much more self control and thought behind his actions than his brother did. With another nod in Roka's direction, he turned back to Sabaoth. "I am glad to have met you, as well. I hope to see you soon." He said, looking between them both once more and then turning back towards the mainland of the Ina'mos. He was off to find his brother, and hopefully find something to eat in order to give them both strength for their swim to the Vor'asa and the Agoge.

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Tags: Sabaoth, Roka
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