The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday ; [Olympus/Lilith]

[Othrys]

 All he could think about was the fire in his lungs. It burned like the cells in his body were being ripped from their safety and thrust into an abyss of pain. His sinuses screamed with the rolling flame, his head aching in a line he could trace from nose to eyes to ears to jawbone. The sound of moving water was all he could hear, and his muscles warned him of their fatigue, crying out that he might drown. Othrys was in a state of simultaneous fight and flight, and the stress on his body was overwhelming. It took every ounce of strength he had to rise to his feet in his massive stature of over four feet at his shoulder. His limbs shook with effort as he pulled himself onto the rocky shore, beaten and bruised by the rough tide. It seemed that with every push, the ocean threatened to bash his already tired frame into sheer rock.

When he had first plunged into the water, it had felt like a rocking cradle, brushing him from side to side like a lullaby. Even half way through their swim, Othrys thought it doable, even easy. He had been running, his heart and breath trained for the load of strenuous exercise. But he had not been prepared for this. He was certain that none of them had been. There was no way to prepare for such a long journey when something dared to shred the entire body of its dignity and its warmth, unforgiving and cold like a heartless murderer.

The moment that the world stopped moving like the tide and he pulled himself onto the shoreline, Othrys toppled and vomited the contents of his stomach at his paws. Seasick and shaking, his only energy coming from an untouched motivation deep within him, he turned to see his brother struggling to find his footing along the rocks as well. The ebony prince could not even muster the energy to smile or move towards his twin, instead opting to stare at him, panting with a wide-open maw. The moment they joined eyes across the span of beach, as if he were connecting with himself in a mirror, he knew his brother felt the same relief he did. They had made it. Both of them.

He sat in silence, panting for a moment, before he raised his eyes to judge his surroundings. The cliff faces surrounding him put him at a low point, and in a moment fueled by ambition and perhaps power, Othrys shot a look at his brother and gestured his nose upwards to the nearby cliff that marked one of the rims of the bowl-like cove they were in. His eyes were dark and almost insidious, with all of their usual charming and boyish sparkle gone. The prince’s lust for life turned sour in his veins, clogging his blood with ice in a rare moment of clarity. He had only one goal.

With legs like solid lead, he lifted each with considerable purpose, climbing the rock and ripping his paws from the stone. He harbored no weakness in his bones, pressing every ounce of energy from their marrow. The serrated earth threatened to tear him to pieces with any misstep, and so the brute was careful but determined, his eyes set on the rock above. The incline was not harsh, but to a body so exhausted, it felt like it took a lifetime. But when his paws finally collided with the brittle dune grass atop the cliff, he felt a surge of pride.

Looking down upon the ocean in which he came elicited a hearty snarl as a devilish smile spread across the young male’s lips. In the afternoon sun, the water twinkled in secret necromancy, sinister and burgling. The sun pulsed in the sky, living and breathing with them, and few clouds loomed above like ruddy damages in an otherwise flawless blue silk. As the shadowy brute turned his gaze to the rest of the subcontinent, he felt a different kind of fire light underneath his body. His eyes narrowed and he smirked at the landscape in a toothy challenge. The brute had something to show. He had something to conquer.

He’d made it so far, and his entire form dripped with water and exhaustion, but he was energized anew with ambition and desire. There was an entire land waiting for them, their youthful pasts cast aside in favor of their future. They would be the warriors, and this was their battleground. Despite his fatigue, the brute stood tall and proud, eager for the night to come. He would not rest, and he would not stop. He refused to be stopped.

As he awaited his brother atop the cliff, he let out a throaty howl, the song one of arrival and pride and raw, hellish joy. The swim had been excruciating—but the only easy day, from now until the day they would return to Ina’mos, was yesterday.

tags: Olympus
words: 836
muse: fueled by COD
notes: No dialogue oops but... it beginssssss. >:D

[Olympus]

He was tired, exhausted even, as his paws kicked endlessly beneath him. The water was thick, heavy, and cold, though he knew there would be thicker liquids involved in their lives during the Agoge. It was where he and his brother now traveled, forcing their way quickly through the powerful waves that crashed against them and pummeled against their now fully grown bodies. The journey, the travel there, it was excruciating. As the black prince struggled to keep up with his identical counterpart, he wondered whether or not they would truly make it to the Vor'asa in order to actually prove that they were worthy warriors of Kairos. Large paws kicked forcefully, somehow managing to push his large, muscular body towards the shores that were slowly coming into sight. They were rocky, but as he watched his brother scramble up onto the slippery stones, he too pushed forward and attempted to drag himself out of the water.

The air was cool against his wet body, hitting him roughly and making him shiver slightly as he looked over at his brother. Their blue eyes met, a powerful and determined force sparking between them as they silently communicated. It was simple, they always had known how to speak to each other without words, but today things were different. Today they were starting their new lives, they were beginning their days as warriors, or at least attempting to. He looked up at his brother, watching the identical wolf as he climbed up towards the cliff ahead, all the while thinking of all that could possibly go wrong. He knew of the dangers that awaited them, and he knew of the dangers that they could put themselves into. He loved Othrys dearly, but as he watched the other male climb his way up to the grassy cliff with his fur dripping heavily and soaking the path behind him, he sighed heavily.

They were not pups anymore, they were not carefree, and they did not have their mother to take care of them anymore. His brother would never admit it, but they had needed her, and he could not deny the fact that they would probably always need her. He carefully spread his paws across the rocks that he had just used to pull his body out of the water, the pads stretching and nails scraping against their surfaces slowly. He would follow his brother, he always would, but for now he paused, shaking his form and sending water flying in all directions. The movement lost him his footing, making him shift and move his paws to catch his weight and prevent himself from landing back in the waves that crashed against the rocks at his back.

There was no turning back, not until they succeeded. He inhaled deeply, lifting his head and looking up at his brother, the sound of his howl echoing around them. He would need to join him, he would follow by his side no matter what, but he would not be beneath him. He could not be. They were equals, they always would be, regardless of what Othrys thought. They were the same, but at the same time, different. He was more controlled, more considerate, more muted than his brother. But, he was just as strong, just as handsome, and just as ambitious. He could not help but think over their brief childhood as he climbed the rocks to join his twin at the summit, atop the grasses where they would begin their trials. Othrys had always been headstrong, full of himself, and he hardly ever thought about what he was doing from anyone else's perspective. Olympus could not help but watch out for his brother, fix his mistakes, clean up his mess. At least when he could. Right now, though, he knew that he could not take care of his brother forever.

They would leave here adults, warriors of Kairos. They would always be brothers, but they would both have their own responsibilities. He clawed his way up onto the grasses beside Othrys, brushing his wet coat affectionately up against his twin's as he came up to stand beside him. They were unstoppable together, a force to be reckoned with. But then again, so was this place. They could die here, he knew, but they would not. They would fight, they would win, and they would do it together. He swallowed slowly, lifting his nose and closing his eyes to join his brother's song, their voices in perfect harmony as they called out to the world that they would conquer together.

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Tags: Othrys
Notes: n/a

[Othrys]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]As the two brothers stood together in song, the crashing of waves behind them drowned out their voices as they rose and fell, angry with their success. Quickly, his tired lungs began to tickle in his throat, and Othrys broke his howl with a simultaneous cough and laugh. He returned the brush of his brother’s coat with a swift lick to the side of his maw, leaning into the side of his body in their moment of privacy. Tucking his massive chin around his brother’s neck, breathing in the salty smell that was so like his own. Their bodies were warm under their fur, and it seeped through the barrier of cold and into his skin. The feeling made his stomach churn and tumble and his intestines flutter, and he retracted, confused with his own response.

Othrys moved away slowly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, his cool demeanor hiding his feeling effortlessly. He didn’t think less of himself for it, as one might have assumed—it felt natural, easy, and graceful to be close to his brother in such a way. But he said nothing, the first secret he had ever kept from his twin.

Walking forward, he flicked Olympus in the nose with the tip of his tail almost flirtatiously. He shot his twin a look of pride, and as he tried to speak, the salt that scalded his throat threw him into a coughing fit that quickly turned into sputtering laughter. Again. He shook his ebony head, ears flopping lazily against his skull. Their howl had been one irritable enough, but finite speech seemed to be too much for his throat to bear.

Regaining his composure, and with the light returned to his eyes, he tried again as he picked up a lazy walk down the grassy cliffside towards the dunes. They were spotted with plant life and trees, and upon approaching one of them, he immediately noticed a familiar scent. Lilith.

He turned to his twin. “We made it,” the prince scratched out matter-of-factly, though with a noted tone of affection and pride. He gestured towards the brush where the smell came from. “And apparently, she did too.” Some relief washed over him in knowing that Lilith was safe. He wasn’t worried about her, per se, but it would have been awfully sad for him if she hadn’t made it. Not like it was even a question—Lilith was the biggest of any of them, and by far the most brutish. She was an anomaly, and Othrys outwardly lusted after her for it. The whole pack knew it, and he didn’t care a bit.

Focusing back on his brother, he purposely slowed so that they might touch again and walk shoulder to shoulder. The feeling wasn’t like it was with Lilith, and it was different than it had been yesterday. Needier. More desperate. Like lovers who had been apart for too long—not that Othrys himself had cognition of any of it. He was a prince, and a piece of perfection on earth.

It didn’t occur to him that he had been relatively alone for their swim, and they were now on an unforgiving territory that was relatively uninhabited. Othrys was without the adoration of his packmates, and perhaps would be for a long time. The narcissistic brute had no morning greetings left to fill in the cracks that bled out in the night. He was aware of none of his inner workings. The only thought that crossed his mind was how he might find a way to be at his twin’s side for as much time as possible while they were on Vor’asa.

tags: Olympus, @lilith
words: 623
muse: tired muse is tired
notes: Feel free to have a speak of the devil moment and mention Lilith coming in. Or Lilith can post next- totally up to you lovie.

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Two nights had passed since Lilith’s arrival. In spite of the instinctual drive to mark everything in sight, she had resisted spreading her scent, for this was her father’s land and no one else’s. Goliath’s scent was faint in the area, but she was certain that outsiders knew better than to trespass. Undoubtedly, she thought, every pack that Anikira housed knew that this was Kairos. Her chest swelled with pride no matter which part of the area she explored. This was her new home, and she wasn’t going back again.

Father told of the two enormous species, and already, Lilith had tracked down the first. She knew immediately that it was a moa from its sheer size alone, easily standing twice as tall as even the biggest wolf. From a distance, Lilith had lurked in the underbrush to watch the enormous bird. The stupid thing pecked around the dirt, blissfully unaware that it was being watched, but Lilith was not hungry, nor was she capable of taking the animal down on her own. She studied the way it moved. Its feet were easily as large as a wolf’s head. Impressive… for an idiotic bird. Moa were interesting, but it was the vivid imagery of the golden eagle that had seized Lilith’s imagination. Already, she knew what her goal was: finish the Agoge as quickly as she could, and bring the egg of a golden eagle to her father when the time came.

For now, however, Lilith could only poke around and wait for the rest of the boys to arrive. There were two in particularly she was anxious to see, and as she lingered about the beach, she heard a howl, quickly followed by an identical call moments later. She finally saw what she had been anticipated: two massive black forms, side by side, as they were meant to be. From where she stood, Lilith barked out a greeting: ”Hey, bitches! About time you got here.”

She smirked as she sauntered closer to the pair, taking in the sight of them: battered by ocean waves, the salt clinging to their ebony pelts. ”I’m hunting for eagles. Want to come? Or do you want me to let you cuddle and nap on the beach like puppies?” Her voice was deep and booming, so unlike the dainty, gentle tones expected from a female.

She knew the brothers were close. Othrys and Olympus were seldom apart, like two pieces of the same whole. It was difficult to imagine one without the other. She had no problem telling the two apart. They had all grown up together, played together, even slept in the same puppy pile when they were infants. Their mothers were close… much closer than Lilith suspected, closer than two females were supposed to be, something that Lilith would find fascinating since she had never considered that option. As it was, she was wholly opposed to the notion that she was meant to be another lady hole for some idiot to get his fix. The idea of motherhood disgusted her, and though she did love her mother and her sister, she viewed them differently than the boys. In her mind, she was one of them, a promising warrior and leader, meant to end lives rather than create it. All she was missing were a few extra bits below the tail, and the esteem of her father for being born a daughter rather than son.

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tag: Othrys + Olympus 

ooc: weee!

[Olympus]

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They were close, and they always would be. The black prince brushed affectionately against his twin's side, his blue eyes closing slowly as they made contact and Othrys wrapped his head around his neck in a hug-like motion. But, the moment was not meant to last. Within seconds, his brother pulled away, turning from him and moving forward as if nothing had happened at all. But there was a look, a flick of the tail so that it brushed his chin, almost like a female would do during her heat to entice a male to take her for his own. Olympus could not help but laugh softly at his brother's actions, and within a matter of seconds he was following him towards the mainland of the Vor'asa. “We made it. And apparently, she did too." The strong scent of Lilith surrounded them quickly, and though he felt his body warming almost instantly as he smelled her, the scent of her father and his brothers was much stronger here. This was not like the small patch of land on the Ina'mos that the large female had tried to claim, this land belonged to her father, and Kairos.

He picked up his pace, falling easily into step beside Othrys, and brushing his side up against his twin's. The closeness felt nice, and though his body warmed a bit more as Lilith came into view, it was the contact with his brother that made his chest tighten and his stomach flutter slightly. ”Hey, bitches! About time you got here.” Her greeting was typical for the brutish female, and although a sensitive wolf might have taken insult to the words, Olympus only laughed and came to a stop a few feet from her. ”I’m hunting for eagles. Want to come? Or do you want me to let you cuddle and nap on the beach like puppies?” This time, there was no laugh, but a small smirk did find it's way onto his face as she spoke. "You know, a nap does sound quite lovely." He said, his voice almost mocking and teasing as he shifted so that Othrys was slightly in front of him and then laid his chin on his brother's back lightly. His eyes closed, ears twitching slightly and he made soft snoring sounds, as if he were sleeping while he stood there. This did not last long, though, for in a matter of moments the action of pretending to snore burned his throat and made him cough, which, like his brother, turned into laughing moments later.

But, this was not the same as when they played as pups. They were almost adults now. They were here, on the Vor'asa, to become warriors, to become full members of Kairos. To prove themselves. They could joke and tease and enjoy each others' presence, but this was more serious than that. The next step in their lives would not be an easy one, but Olympus was sure that he would succeed, as long as he had his brother by his side. His stomach rumbled as he looked over at Lilith, tilting his head in an almost goofy manner as he sat down and leaned playfully up against his brother, putting more weight against him than he probably should have. But he knew his brother could support his weight, even if he was gently trying to push him over to the side just because he could. He knew that his playful words would only go so far before they would have to leave and actually get serious, but right now, he was tired and hungry. The swim had really taken a lot out of him, and he knew that it had done the same to his brother, as well.

Words: 624
Tags: Othrys, @lilith
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Othrys]

As he and Olympus scaled slowly down the sloping earth, his ears pricked at a familiar voice. At the sight of his brutish crush, he flashed a toothy smile, winked, and comically licked the air and blew, as if to blow his imaginary kiss towards her. Affection was not exactly her forte, and he laughed before he ever saw her reaction. At her next comment, his twin responded without hesitation, as quick-tongued as he would be himself. Without pause, Othrys instantaneously dropped his head as if narcoleptic and fake-snored with his brother before he burst into laughter again at Olympus’ coughing fit. His brother pressed into him and he pushed back, holding his weight with a natural calm.

For so recently going through such a physically draining time, the spirits of the group were undeniably soaring. Their good moods permeated one another through their skin, and though their bodies ached, the prospect of food was very tempting. He pushed Olympus onto his own paws and padded slowly towards Lilith, his gait lazy but strong, all the while using his brother as almost a crutch.

“Now remember, Lil, birds are fragile,” he taught mockingly. “You have to take care not to smash all the tasty parts while you’re trying to lug your heavy ass into the air to catch it.” Othrys threw her a dirty, charming smile, batting his eyelashes at her coyly. The ebony brute knew of the birds here—he was warned of the large Haast’s Eagle and Moa on the mainland. But when they were described to him, he still thought himself better. He was strong, and fast, and huge. With the three of them, an eagle the size of a wolf didn’t seen so badass anymore. What was a big bird to three predators? And what was big to wolves that could look down upon gods?

The three of them, even tired, was a formidable force. They were among the largest of the season’s pups, only Samson rising above them. Lilith was equally as tall as her pale brother. He imagined the two of them flanking the brutish female and laughed to himself. Anything with half a brain would run away. Fast.

Suddenly hit with a second wind of energy from excitement, he aligned himself with the female. Though she looked like a male, she certainly smelled feminine, and Othrys breathed deeply. In an unspoken agreement, they were off to hunt—and as if on cue, his stomach let out a hearty growl.

tags: Olympus, @lilith
words: 436
muse: shit but yay posts!
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