Bad Blood [Nimue]

[Onyx]

It was early, the sun's rays shining through the mouth of the caverns to shine down on the ebony pup that lay at the opening. Onyx did not sleep with his adoptive siblings anymore, not since he stood up to Lilith. Of course the brutish female hadn't taken things lightly and they had scuffled, but he had gotten his point across. He wasn't afraid to tell her how he felt, and he certainly wasn't afraid to defend himself. His shoulder was still sore from the "fight" but it was going away with each passing day. It was evident that he and Lilith would never be on friendly terms, and he was fine with that. Onyx didn't need her approval and he certainly didn't need her friendship. He didn't need anyone's friendship here. He was an outsider, always would be, and that was okay. All that mattered was that Kairos was his home regardless of whether he was accepted or not. Onyx would do everything in his power to represent Kairos well, and he would sacrifice himself in a heart beat if it meant protecting his new pack. His orange orbs glanced around him, it was early enough that no one else had risen yet and he was perfectly fine with that. Onyx preferred to be on his own anyways and today would be no different. He could see his destination clearly in his mind's eye. He was going to investigate the corral reefs, his hunger leaning towards fish rather than stoats. Onyx had been pushing himself with each passing day to broaden his hunting skills. He knew that in due time he would be heading to the Agoge and would have to fend for himself completely. Today was a day of applying what he had learned so far, and hopefully he would be able to fill his stomach. His large paws dug into the ground as he moved, padding further and further from the caverns. He enjoyed the walk, the sun was shining down on him and the wind was ruffling his fur. He felt oddly at ease and the dark cloud that was his anger and self loathing seemed to be completely absent.

Soon he could see the reefs clearly, the grass changing under his feet and slowly shifting into sand. The ground was moist as well as the air, the promise of rain heavy around him. Onyx didn't mind the rain however, he loved it. It was one of the few things that he actually enjoyed in life. Soon the water was lapping playfully against his paws and he glanced down into the water. He could see all the different colored fish darting beneath the surface and he felt his mouth salivate at the sight of them. His stomach began to grumble loudly, the sound was obnoxious and distracting. He knew that he was hungry, he didn't need to be reminded by the loud noises of his stomach. He sat on his haunches then, watching as they continued to swim beneath the surface. His tail slowly began to wag, his tongue lolling gently from his mouth. Which one.. He muttered to himself, until finally his orbs locked with one of the larger and darker fish. That one. He thought to himself and he crouched lower, watching carefully as he waited for the moment of truth. Then, suddenly, he lurched forward to dunk his muzzle into the water. At first his jaws snapped and caught nothing, but when he tried the second time he felt his teeth latch onto his prey. The fish writhed furiously in his maw and he quickly pulled his muzzle out of the water and back pedaled. He had inhaled salt water in the process and he dropped the fish, coughing and sputtering for a second to clear the water from his lungs. The fish began to flop back in the direction of the water but he was far too quick. A large paw shot out to hold it tightly to the ground and keep it locked in his grasp. When he was finally able to breathe again he let out a short laugh. He couldn't believe that he had actually done it! Onyx wasted no time and lowered himself to the ground, his underbelly immediately getting damp as he laid on the sand. His teeth dug into the flesh of the fish and the taste was amazing. He had never really had fish before and this was exactly what he had been searching for. His tail continued to wag gently as he devoured his catch, proud of himself for succeeding in the hunting portion of his training.

notes: here ya go dear <3
tagged: Nimue
muse: decent
word count: 929
status: complete.

[Nimue]

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[attr="class","pltxt"] Thick gray clouds lurked ominously overhead, swollen and bloated as they prepared to burst. While it had started out as a lovely clear morning, Mother Nature was sometimes unreliable with her climate, beautifully sunny one moment and then horribly dreary the next. Regardless, the large, ever-growing shape that was Nimue found that she did not mind the rain. The scent of it was thick in the air, the breeze picking up with each passing moment until it began to rustle her mottled fur. The grass was damp with precipitation beneath her large paws, and while there was a rumble of soft thunder in the distance, she did not turn back from the dens. She’d left only a few moments ago, her legs carrying her into the trees and beyond, her loping gate leading her towards the beach. She was going for a simple stroll to stretch her legs before the storm really hit, and while she’d originally planned on perhaps wandering to the falls, she’d decided on trekking down to the beach to see the massive waves that would surely be churning in preparation for the storm instead. It had not quite begun to rain yet, although Nimue was expecting to feel fat drops of water upon her skull at any moment as she slipped from the trees, large paws digging into the sand, propelling her forward.

She spotted him immediately in the distance, a dark shape that she knew was a stranger. She did not mistake him for Olympus or Othrys due to the size of him, which she saw was not particularly large like the twins were. Which was not to say that the male was small – he was simply not the giants that she was used to, and despite the fact that it seemed as if he was several months older than her, already she was half his size, suggesting that she would outgrow him. Regardless, Nimue cared little for the size of him; she was more curious as to who he was. She’d seen him occasionally, catching rare glimpses of him in the dens, and his orange eyes were unlike any others within the pack. She did not know his name, or even where he had come from, although her mother had informed her quietly one evening that he had not been born within Kairos territory.

He was bent over something, and as Nimue approached, she saw that it was a fish. Unable to contain her surprise, the she-wolf darted into his line of sight, the spitting image of her father as she lowered her rump to the sand, head held high in what she imagined was an elegant way. Her mother had been urging her to be more regal and graceful lately, but despite her neat posture, her voice was full to the brim with curiosity. ”Did you catch that all by yourself?” She asked, pale eyes alight as she observed him. ”I haven’t learned how to fish yet; it seems difficult. I can catch sand crabs, though.” She had the feeling that this was not particularly impressive, and yet she offered him the information anyways. After a long moment of ogling him curiously, she tilted her head to the side in one swift, bird-like motion, asking, ”What’s your name?”

TAG: Onyx
WORDS: 545
NOTES: <3

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[Onyx]

Onyx enjoyed the serenity as he lay licking his chops, the remnants of the fish still lying in the sand before him. His mouth practically watered at the taste of the creature. It was far better then the stoats and rabbits he had been feasting on and he found that this was his favorite meal to date. He didn't want to stay stuck on fish however when he would be leaving for the Agoge shortly. He imagined that there would be plenty of other game out there for him to hunt, and he didn't want to make such a crucial decision so early. He lay still for a second, contemplating whether he wanted to eat more or not. His stomach rumbled aggressively almost exactly after the question popped into his mind- and so he rose off the ground. Grainy sand particles clung to his underbelly but he ignored it as he wadded into the water. His orange occuli watched as the fish darted past him, some skirting close to the surface and then dancing back out into deeper water. It was enchanting watching them fly by with all of their unique and beautiful colors. He tried to avoid those fish not only because they were stunning in appearance but because he had heard they can be quite bitter to the taste buds. Instead he kept his eye out for a darker colored fish much like the one he had just caught. He was sure he would find one eventually. Fishing was all about a waiting game and Onyx had tons of patience despite the looming weather overhead. Small droplets of rain delicately landed on his hide, a fat droplet of water splashing onto his muzzle and rolling off of him rather quickly. He shook his head slightly though while doing so he caught the sound of oncoming pawsteps. He knew by the scent that it was a female and he was content to notice that it wasn't Lilith's scent that plagued his nostrils. It wasn't that he hated the female, it was the fact that she was so grotesque and masculine. Not to mention her horrid attitude was enough to drive one mad but Onyx would keep those thoughts to himself. He didn't care to share his feelings otherwise.

Did you catch that all by yourself? I haven’t learned how to fish yet; it seems difficult. I can catch sand crabs, though. He turned his head then so his orange occuli could land on the form of the stranger that was coming towards him. Right away he noticed the size of her. She was younger then him but already she was rivaling his size. Great. He thought to himself, his self hatred beginning to boil again. The other thing that stuck out to him was the profound resemblance of this female to his adoptive father Goliath. It was clear that she was his daughter, though he had not met her yet. He watched as she neared him and his body language remained strictly neutral. It was almost offsetting having someone approach him in such a friendly manner- he was not accustomed to it other then the occasional friendly banter he received from Pandora. What's your name? She questioned him and an invisible brow arched at the fae as he contemplated on answering. Shouldn't she be telling him what her name was? He leaned back then before allowing his deep baritones to caress the air around them. Onyx. And yours? His tail began to wag a bit for a moment but he caught himself quickly; he did not want to appear foolish. This female was pretty, that much was certain. He decided that he enjoyed her presence, if he could even muster the feelings of joy. He glanced back over at the water before speaking with quiet vocals yet again. It's actually not as difficult as you think. Just takes a lot of patience. He shifted his weight then to watch the water and to wait for th perfect fish to swim by. He had gotten lucky the first time, hopefully the second time he wouldn't make a fool of himself, especially with this visitor alongside him. He didn't want to embarrass himself, especially not now. He would be leaving for the Agoge soon and he didn't want any foolish rumors spreading about him. He was already considered the bottom of the barrel, he didn't need some pointless rumor to make his life harder for him. If Lilith even caught wind of him having trouble hunting she would tear him alive, or at least try to. He glanced back over to the fae then, getting lost in her ice blue occuli for a moment. She really is beautiful. He thought to himself before quickly averting his gaze.

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notes: sorry for the wait babe!
tagged: Nimue
muse: medium
word count: 966
status: complete.

[Nimue]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Immediately it became clear that the stranger was no overjoyed pup, his vivid orange gaze falling on her in a way that was almost…detached. Distant. For the briefest moment a pang of reluctance surged through Nimue; would he sneer at her, or disregard her presence simply because he was older? A moment later the silly fear whooshed out of her as he offered his name, quietly and stoically; Onyx. She smiled, the motion easy upon her muzzle. Nimue had been an easy-going pup from the day of her birth, quieter than her sisters – although Morrigan was, too - and less demanding that her brothers. She’d grown to become obedient, listening to her mother’s words and warnings with as much grace as her young form could muster, meanwhile having only kindness and smiles to offer others. She was not, contrary to what one might believe, a pushover – growing up with so many pushy half-siblings had left zero chance of that, but already the young femme was learning that a willing ear and a considerate demeanor could soften even the hardest hearts.

”I’m Nimue,” she offered, and then after a moment more quietly, ”Messoria’s daughter.” It was pointless to say that she was the daughter of Goliath; half of the pups born this season were, and more noticeably, she was the spitting imagine of him. Her mother, however…to one who didn’t know, it could have been any of the Kairos mothers. For a moment she was tempted to ask him which mother was his, but something about his forlorn gaze stopped her questions. She waited instead for something more from Onyx, and wasn’t disappointed.

”It's actually not as difficult as you think. Just takes a lot of patience.”

”My mother says I’m the most patient of my siblings – well, except for Morrigan, but she’s scary patient.” This was said with a hint of a laugh, a breathy chuckle that escaped with her words. After a moment she moved forward to sit beside him, tucking her tail neatly around her haunches, a move she’d watched Messoria do countless times. On her mother it looked so regal and lady-like, tail wrapped around dainty paws, posture perfectly poised, but on Nimue it felt like a crude imitation. She would clearly be much larger than her dainty mother, or her sister Fawn, and yet still she worked to perfect the feminine behavior that she assumed would be expected of her when she was a Kairos mother. She’d come to terms with the fact that the happenings of her womb would not be up for discussion; if she could reproduce, she would have to, but Nimue was too youthful to realize the weightiness of this implication. Much like the typical naïve pup, she’d acted this lesson with a solemn nod of her head, all the while daydreaming of playing with her siblings as soon as the lecture was through.

”Which ones taste the best?” She asked, peering into the depths of the water. She’d been catching the sand crabs for months now, and had even happened upon slimy shelled things that could be eaten if you cracked their hard outer layer – oysters, although she didn’t know it – but fishing was the one thing she’d yet to try, and the fact that Onyx could made a tinge of awe shine in her icy blue eyes. She was young still, and impressionable.

TAG: Onyx
WORDS: 563
NOTES: ~

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[Onyx]

She was pretty, even if she was practically larger then himself. Onyx was accustomed to almost everyone in Kairos being larger than he, even if his size was completely average. It wasn't as though he were a runt he just hadn't been blessed with the exceptionally large genes that everyone else seemed to possess. The girl's fur smelled familiar, as though he had passed her before which wouldn't have been odd considering all of the mothers had their dens in the caverns. He was almost sure that he had probably seen her before though he hardly paid her any mind, not to be rude but because he knew his place here. He was to keep his distance, he was an outsider. Which was why he normally didn't talk to others a whole lot. The fact that she had gone out of her way to speak to him was..interesting to the young brute. I'm Nimue. Messoria's daughter. Onyx nodded his head and his orange optics briefly met her icy blue chasms, and he seemed at a loss for words for a second. Finally he realized that he had yet again gone quiet on her and instantly snapped out of it. That is a beautiful name. He spoke with a small shy smile that briefly flickered across his face. He returned his gaze back down to the water, watching as the fish skirted beneath the surface. They weren't stupid and knew when to quicken their pace, though for now they were swimming gently along without a care in the world. Probably because he was no longer hovering above them but merely watching them as they swam. My mother says I’m the most patient of my siblings – well, except for Morrigan, but she’s scary patient. Her words made him smile, and it felt odd on his face. Onyx hardly ever smiled, it was so against his nature.

Which ones taste the best? She asked of him and he continued to stare down at the fish, avoiding her gaze entirely. The darker ones.. The lighter ones require more of an acquired taste. He explained, his muzzle wrinkling slightly at the reminder of the bitter taste. BUT if you were hungry enough you would take whatever you could catch when it came to fishing. If you like I can teach you.. It seemed foolish offering her such a thing, but Onyx found that he didn't mind her company. Not only was she easy on the eyes but she made conversing easy, which was something that Onyx had never been good at. Conversations had always been discouraged between him and his adoptive siblings unless he was speaking to Pandora who seemed to love everyone. If it hadn't been for Pandora Onyx probably would have lost himself a long time ago. She seemed to be the only one who cared about his well being. To think that Nimue could be a possible ally for him gave him an unusual feeling. It was a good feeling nonetheless and he tried not to think too much about it. Instead he focused on the fish below them and finding the perfect target for Nimue to practice on.

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notes: I love these two
tagged: Nimue
muse: okay
word count: 697
status: complete.