Small Farewell (Datura)

[Typhon]

Typhon

Sunlight streamed down through the tree leaves and onto Typhon's sleeping face, causing a brilliantly loud sneeze to escape his nose and wake him with a start. Startled, wide eyes looked around quickly and, satisfied with the lack of threat, narrowed to account for the brightness that had started it all. Pupils constricted to mere pinpricks as a yawn became the next natural phenomenon, light glinting off the sharp teeth that seemed to have grown overnight. An equally proportional body followed suit and stretched, lithe form now as hulking and massive as the majority of Kairos wolves. Little Ty had grown into himself at last, and though he was one of the smallest of the recent adolescent wolves born this year, they were all fairly matched as far as skill and experience went.

Which, naturally, meant that none of them really knew very much, but what they did know, they clung to with all they had. Typhon loved learning more than his litter mates, though, and he had an advantage they did not--the little voice in his head, deep and commanding and cold, that gave him tidbits and hints and allowed him a slight advantage. He had asked where the voice came from, but it never answered, just as it never gave him more information than he needed. In fact, Typhon was often expected to decipher complicated riddles and never learned anything without a challenge, but that was fine by him. It was easier for him to categorize and lock away information if it did not come without a fight.

Once his morning stretches were complete, Typhon scented the early morning air, frowning as he sensed a difference. With a nagging feeling, he turned toward the den--several yards away and hidden behind some trees--and padded forward quietly, wondering what felt so wrong about this morning. When he got close enough to hear the breathing of his pack mates, he noticed that Lilith's scent was fading and lead away from the den rather than toward it. A sharp, irritated growl left his lips as he turned toward where she had gone--straight to the beach, no doubt. She had already left for the Agoge, likely before everyone else had even fallen asleep.

"That tricky bitch," he murmured under his breath, shaking his head and glaring out at the beach despite the fact that he clearly could not see it through the landscape. She simply prepared and left before you. No need to call her names, responded that voice from his head, the sound easing his features into a more neutral mask. If you wanted to be the first to leave, you should have anticipated that she would do the same, instead of waiting until morning to say goodbye to your family.

"Not my family..." Ty answered quietly, speaking out loud purely out of habit--the voice never spoke to him when he could be heard responding. "Just mother. She's going to miss us." Datura, the most perfect wolf he knew, would not show it except for perhaps a second, but he knew in his heart that she would miss her spawn. They were troublesome and tiresome and had pulled on her nerves since birth and yet she persevered and stayed strong. She was a quarter the size of them and had more control and patience than any of them ever would, and she loved her babies with all her heart.

With a huff Typhon turned back toward the den, using his nose to try and find her, but the immense number of bodies that still spent the night in the dens overpowered her. That was the reason he preferred to sleep just outside of the den, in a comfy little plot of grass he had claimed for himself shortly after Datura had allowed them to venture outside of the den past dark. As he stood there, Ty debated whether or not it would be worth stepping over grown bodies in order to figure out where his mother was.

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Tags || @datura
Notes || Baby Typhon all growed up!! Hope this is okay for you, I wasn't sure exactly where Datura would be.

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In repose beneath a cloudless sky, the auburn-licked femme waited alone. Azure and endless, the ocean mirrored the firmament above, and the smell of salt was heavy in the humid air. Summer’s stifling heat made life on the island nearly unbearable during the waking hours. Datura was merely grateful her coat wasn’t any darker, patient in the shade of the palms, whose fronds were perfectly still in the absence of a cooling ocean breeze. For once, the yelps and whines of pups were far away. The Matriarch spent less time in the Cavern, where the pups of Kairos were born. Until next season came, she had no little ones of her own to care for, but her watchful presence remained a constant in the lives of the pups born to other females. She visited the dens often, but she had more time to herself than she had in months prior.

Her pups had no need for her now. No longer defenseless or small, her boys were enormous, powerful wolves. Lilith was already gone, departing in the night without a word to anyone. Not even Datura had known she was leaving the island, though she wasn’t surprised that the last-born in her litter of six would be the first to claim her fate. Datura had always been encouraging of her unusual, violent daughter, albeit quietly. She couldn’t dissuade her daughter from aspiring to be the strongest warrior Kairos could produce, nor could she envision a future with Lilith as a doting mother. She was bred to be a warrior, like her barely-older brothers who had preceded her into the world months ago. Soon, the others would drift away to join her there, and Lilith would be in good company. Datura wondered if any of the boys would bother to say goodbye, or if they leave as silently as Lilith had. She didn’t have to worry for their safety. They weren’t frail children any longer. She had performed her most sacred of responsibilities dutifully, raising her sons. They were capable of defending themselves. And soon, they would fight beside their father and uncles, confident and terrifying.

She rose to her paws, stretching her spine as a wide yawn parted her jaws. The cavern was close, and so Datura angled herself in that direction and stepped silently over the worn path. As she drew closer, the female noticed something unusual – a large male, entirely familiar to the fae, lurking at the mouth of the den. An unconscious smile appeared as her pace quickened to meet him there. Typhon had never disappointed her before. She knew why he had come.

He easily towered over his mother now, had been taller than Datura for weeks, but as she approached him now, the difference was more stark than ever. It was stunning to see how swiftly they had grown, from helpless, whining newborns to this. It took her breath away… to love something so much, it was impossible to describe, to watch it grow and thrive. He looked like her… or at least, she had liked to think so, though now, they scarcely looked related. She felt so small, but her heart swelled with pride. ”Do you know how you got your name, Typhon?” She sat beside him, barely touching as she cast her gaze upward to see her son. ”You are named after an ancient legend. Typhon was a fearsome giant. Even the gods themselves were frightened of the beast’s strength and ferocity.” As she spoke, a dark smile spread across her muzzle. ”I was the one who chose it. Your Father named your brothers, but I wanted to name a son, as well.  You were a surprise.”

Goliath aside, Typhon was as much her son as his sire’s. Her mate had plentiful offspring, males and females, strong and timid, but Datura only had four boys. ”I know you will make me proud.”

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tag: Typhon
ooc: sorry this took forever omg <333

[Typhon]

Typhon

Typhon heard the sound of delicate footsteps on the ground and raised his hackles, whipping his massive head around, a snarl ready on his lips as the steps materialized into the red-colored wolf that was his mother. Immediately his form shrunk back down (though he was still incredibly large) and his snarl turned into a smile, his eyes softening as Datura headed toward him. The tips of her fur brushed against his own as she sat, their colors matching so precisely that it would have been hard to differentiate one of them from the other. With practiced care, the male placed his chin directly on top of his mother's, flattening her ears and very gently placing a fraction of his weight upon her in greeting before sitting down himself, not bothering to put space between them.

As per usual, her conversation began with purpose as opposed to with a greeting; Datura rarely said hello, as it was hardly necessary between the two. Their bond was unshakable, and Ty considered his mother's smile the only greeting he would ever need from her. "Fearsome giant, hmm?" he rumbled, his deep voice soft and warm despite his fearsome size. "I think you should have named Lilith differently, mother; she's more of a fearsome giant than I will ever be." A soft chuckle left his lips as he looked down at her, amazed that he and his siblings had been carried by such a small female. She was amazing, and always would be to him. Carefully he laid down, still able to see eye-to-eye with Datura if he craned his neck slightly, though he did not bother.

"I appreciate it all the same," he added after a beat. He wondered, briefly, if she also named Lilith, but figured that she would have had to. Goliath would not have bothered to spend his time worrying about his only daughter when he had four healthy sons. Datura went on to say that she had faith in him, and Ty grinned again. "I hope I don't disappoint you, mother. I'm not sure I'm ready, actually. But I can't let Lilith beat me in everything." A slight bitterness was apparent as he spoke, and his smile twisted into something of a scowl.

Though he was practiced in fighting and certainly had the capacity to complete the tasks required at the Agoge, Typhon really wasn't sure he was ready to be an adult. He and his siblings weren't very traditional, except when it came to competing with each other, and he feared that the only reason he was leaving now was to make sure his sister was not the first to complete her task. She was very driven and determined, but so was he, and it would be a cold day on Anikira before he allowed her to take the lead without giving her a run for her money.

Sighing softly, Typhon laid his head at Datura's feet, flopping his body to the side and gazing up at his mother with bright eyes, thumping his tail against the ground. "Mum," he said quietly, reaching out his tongue to lick one of her paws. "How much different will things be, when we come home?" Uncertainty now colored his words and clouded his face, and the young wolf stared intently up at his mother, worried suddenly for his future. Would the pups all have jobs when they returned? Would he need to be more proper with his siblings and mother, or could things still be light and playful? The questions went on and on, and that, perhaps more than the Agoge itself, scared the immense wolf who laid at his mother's feet.

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Notes || Stupid awful fluffy dumb idiot

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She could not suppress an amused smile as her son had turned, lip curled and body postured to protect himself. The adolescent had spent his entire existence upon the island of Ina’mos, far from enemies and foreign lands. Here, they were protected. Beyond Ina’mos, they would have to fend for themselves, and Datura had no doubt that Typhon would survive the trials that waited for him. His aggression was better saved for Vor’asa, but Datura didn’t say it aloud as her son greeted her with the lingering affections of youth. Though she didn’t know the details of what was to come, the expectations had been impressed upon each of her sons from their earliest recollections. It would not be easy. It would not be fun, in spite of Lilith’s beliefs to the contrary.

She was proud of them all – albeit some more than others, for she had a certain son who had no clear aspirations other than to infuriate his mother with his distractions, wasting his time studying flowers. She knew Erebos would not be coming to say goodbye. Lilith had not bothered. The green-eyed brute settled in at his mother’s paws, which looked absurdly small compared with the giant Typhon had grown into. "I hope I don't disappoint you, mother. I'm not sure I'm ready, actually. But I can't let Lilith beat me in everything."

”You are ready,” she stated with certainty, ”for you have no other choice.” The words were not a threat, merely a statement of fact. She had not worked so hard to create incompetent, helpless offspring. ”Remember that even if they irritate you, you will need your brothers and Lilith. You will need them, as they will someday rely on you in the field of battle. You’re part of a whole.” She felt a strange sense of emotion, a mixture of pride and melancholy, bittersweet. ”That is what it means to be family, and Kairos is your family. Not just the ones we like, but all of them,” she said, the irony not missed. Datura was not exactly a fan of all of her pack mates, but they strived for the same purpose. Kairos mattered more.


"How much different will things be, when we come home?” In his jade eyes, she could see a hint of the pup he had been only weeks before, and her heart softened. ”Typhon.” She began gently, in dulcet tones reserved for a rare few. ”Ina’mos will no longer be your home when your time with the Agoge reaches completion. A warrior must go to the place he is needed most. As you know, Ina’mos isn’t exactly crawling with intruders. And the swim…” Her focus shifted for the briefest moment toward the south, where the sand dunes of Vor’asa rippled like waves across the land. ”You will see for yourself that it is not a simple task. You will do fine, my son, but enemies couldn’t reach Ina’mos’ shore without detection. You may remain in Vor’asa to help train the younger ones. Or, perhaps you will travel to Acerbus to guard the Kairos empire’s borders from invaders.”

”But I will come to visit,” she promised below her breath, a conspiratorial grin appearing on her muzzle, passed between mother and son. Whether or not she was supposed to leave Ina’mos was beside the point. She would go regardless of Goliath’s approval. She wanted to see it with her own eyes – the Agoge, her sons – Goliath’s vision, come to fruition. She breathed in her son’s scent for what would likely be the last time in months, and Datura felt blessed by the gods.

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tag: Typhon

ooc: I love exploring this side of Datura!!

[Typhon]

Typhon

As mother and son spent their last moments for a while together, Typhon felt an immense peace, but with additional pressure behind it. There were only minutes left for him here before he needed to leave; this was a fact that he knew as well as felt. The Agoge had been started by Lilith, and there was no time to waste. The giant wolf, however, could not have bared to leave without first telling his mother briefly of his troubles, and he was incredibly glad that he had found her--or rather, she had found him--before his time was up. Datura was a wolf that he would forever look up to even as he towered over her, for he would never surpass her in wisdom.

Her words of assurance were comforting, even though he knew they were less a vote of confidence and more a statement of fact. Ty knew, too, that he would do well at the Agoge, and he would hopefully bond a little better with his siblings. There was no real strife with any of them, not now, but surely a time would come where he, Lilith, Samson, and the others would argue heatedly, and perhaps fight in earnest rather than in jest. "I have no intentions of isolating myself and pushing them away, mother," the boy responded, giving her a sideways look as if to tease her. "But I can't say the same for them. I don't really think any of my siblings understand that."

A touch of sadness touched his voice and eyes as he spoke, and Typhon pressed his head closely to Datura's chest, still laying at her feet and able to stretch briefly for the comfort of touch. He felt incredibly lucky to have formed such a strong bond with his mother, especially when he came to realize that his litter mates did not share that bond with her. Perhaps they had found someone else to be close to, though he doubted it. His siblings simply wanted to go their own way, though Lilith had the twins and Erebos seemed to spend more time with Pandora than anyone else.

At the mention of traveling, Typhon perked up, pulling himself slightly away from his mother with wide, excited eyes. "Traveling to Acerbus? I think it would be really exciting to see the rest of father's lands," he said with a grin, tail swishing gently across the grass beneath him. Datura spoke softly, then, of following him to visit, and his grin widened, yet softened slightly. "Would you? That would definitely make life better for me." Another lick grazed against her cheek after he spoke, his whole body seeming to radiate affection as he did so.

He sat silently for a moment, then cocked his head briefly in Datura's direction. "Would I get to choose where I get to go? Or if I can stay? Or is that decided by others?" he asked quietly, curiosity prevalent in his words but also a bit of concern. He would prefer, he thought, to stay here, with Datura, in the heart of Goliath's territory; of course, he would do as he was told, but as exciting as it would be to see new places, he wasn't sure he was ready to do so.

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Tags || @datura
Notes || OH MAN THIS WAS BAD D: