eternal summer [Roka/open]

[Messoria]

Narrow paws led the slender form of the femme through the thinning trees, her movements nearly silently upon the soft moss beneath her feet. Amber orbs peered at her surroundings as she moved, velvety ears flicking atop her cranium, noting the sounds of the birds in the canopy and prey scurrying for cover. Messoria had little regard for them; she’d hunted much earlier, and on this evening she had no intentions of spending her time trapping stoats or hares. Her ebony form streaked through the forest, elegant gait shifting and adapting as the ground began to grow soft beneath her, eventually giving way to sand. The trees slowly dwindled to shrubbery and underbrush before disappearing entirely, and the sight of the white sand dunes and the glistening turquoise water was a welcome relief. More and more as of late Messoria had found that she had ample free time; no longer was she confined to the dens, for her young had grown so swiftly that they all towered over her now, with the exception of Fawn. In the coming days her sons would depart for the Agoge, and it was a bittersweet thought that flitted through her mind. She was so very proud of her children, proud of their strength and their intelligence, proud of the adults they were swiftly becoming. Some days she found herself missing the soft bundles of fur and fat that had nestled again her side and relied on her for her warmth, and yet she knew that growing was inevitable. Now Messoria was learning to embrace the role of complacent mother, watching from the sidelines as her firstborns thrived.

The Consort’s long strides lead her to the damp place where the waves kissed the sand, brushing playfully against her toes with each pass. The water was comfortable, warmed by the sun, and after a moment of basking in the simplicity of the moment, Messoria plunged into the ocean. The waves lapped gently at her chest as she propelled herself towards where she knew the atoll to be, paws brushing against the sand. It was a short trip, and not long before she rose upon the coral, dripping and shaking stray droplets of water from her slick pelt. After a moment she lowered her rump to the ground, tail curling neatly around her haunches, which had become habit. From her place she could see the shores of Ina’mos, and many schools of colorful fish that swam just beneath the surface of the water. It was a peaceful place, with the sun setting slowly behind her, illuminating the chestnut streaks in her fur until they seemed almost golden. She’d become so accustomed to devoting every moment of time to her pups that it felt strange to be alone with only the sound of seagulls far ahead and the water in her ears. Soon enough, she knew, Ina’mos would fill with new life once again, and she would give Goliath her body as she’d given it to him many moons ago – as she’d given him her love. For now, she would try hard to appreciate the moments she had to herself, no matter how foreign they seemed.

TAG: Hyperion // open
WORDS: 528
NOTES: N/A

[Hyperion]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Fat and fluff had indeed given way to growth among Messoria's pups. What remained while still fluffy was more comparable to muscle since most of her pups now hulked over her. Hyperion was a prime example of growth since he was the largest out of all his siblings. Though not as tall as his father or some of his larger step siblings he was an impressive youth. He still hadn't completely grown into his paws so he still had hope for more growth. As the days passed he and his siblings grew more and more independent of their mother having less time to cling to her side. He had been weaned from her milk so there was no reason to cuddle up beside her anymore, not that he could fit anymore. Though still not fully grown he was larger than his mother and that made cuddling difficult. He was far too old for cuddling anyways. Despite his growing independence he still adored his mother, her being his closest ally. He had endless amounts of siblings and even his pack mates, but none he trusted more than her. She was consort to the alpha, clever and beautiful. The best kind of mother a boy could wish for and his siblings were far too foolish to realize it.

This was his first exploration further away from the dens, since recently being freed from it's confines. His other siblings were far more adventurous than him running about. He preferred a more quiet life spent around his pack mates. Many of the females were grouped in one area along with the newer pups, a newer one recently pregnant among them. She didn't belong to his father from the smell of her, but Hyperion was too young for such things. He liked to watch the males as they came and went, warriors at their finest. Hyperion wanted to join their ranks as badly as he needed to breath. Those who had protected him in his youth he owed a debt and he wanted to repay it. Repay all of his pack mates by joining the ranks and doing his best to protect his fellow members. He also wanted to make his mother and father proud by becoming the very best. Agoge was fast approaching and he knew he would have to leave the island to train with his uncles for the perilous tasks ahead. A part of him was excited for the challenge, ready to prove himself to all. Another part was reluctant to leave so soon, he still felt young enough to remain a pup for longer.

He still had to choose whom he wanted to present his egg to, for if he had his way he would present it to his mother. That would probably be considered unsuitable so he considered one of his uncles. He wanted to show the egg to his father, but with so many children Hyperion wasn't really surprised when he got lost in the noise of them all. As of yet he still hadn't met his father, he had seen him, but no words had ever passed between them. Hyperion had a burning desire to make himself standout among all the rest of his relatives. He wanted to be esteemed in the sea of them all. Leaning down to sniff the ground he found a familiar scent that made his lips twitch in a smile. Following it along he quickly found his mother, who seemed to be in the middle of enjoying her alone time. Raising so many pups had to be taxing on his mother, but he didn't feel bad about disturbing her. "Well what do we have here. A beautiful she-wolf in need of some company." He chuckled approaching what now seemed like a dainty femme. The female who had given birth to his small self was now small in comparison to him.  

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[Messoria]

As she sat there, sun beaming down upon the fur of her back, it was impossible to miss the hulking shape that materialized on the distant shore. Messoria’s lips pulled into a smile, knowing immediately who the caramel-and-ebony coat belonged to without needing to wonder. He did not need to swim as she had, already larger than her, his legs holding him over the water as he approached where she sat upon the bed of coral. She watched silently as he drew near, his coat similar to hers and yet lovelier by half, the mocha coloration more prominent upon him, almost seeming to shine gold in the sunlight. Messoria had never denied being a vain creature; she thought her own coloration was quite stunning, and yet it was nothing compared to the admiration in her heart when she looked at each of her pups, all so magnificent, all so unique. Perhaps it was inevitable when one looked at something they’d created, and perhaps not; either way, Messoria was so very proud of the pups that she and her mate had created, a strong litter of five blessed by the gods, and it was this pride that surged in her heart as Hyperion finally stopped before her.

”Well what do we have here. A beautiful she-wolf in need of some company.”

She laughed at this, the noise as tinkering and light as the feeling in her chest. She could not remember the last time that she had been so very happy, if ever she’d been so serene before Kairos. ”Sit, my son,” she said, gesturing to the cool water that swirled around her haunches. ”It helps with the heat to be submerged – even if only a little.” The water would barely come up to the tops of his paws, but it was something. She turned her amber gaze away from his jade orbs, gazing at the stretch of sand that was visible, loosely tracking the movements of the she-wolves and young pups that reclined in the shade or splashed in the water. It had been quieter, although only slightly, since the males and older young had departed for the Agoge. Thoughts of this drew her attention back to her largest son, her head tilting as she posed a question to him.

”Are you eager to depart?” She had not missed Hyperion’s growing ambitions; she’d seen the way he’d looked towards his uncles and the other warriors, and the wistful way he spoke of those who had already left for the Agoge. She also had not missed how determined he seemed to make his father proud. She was certain in that moment that he would succeed. ”It won’t be long now before you and your brother will be able to make the swim. You’ll return to me – to us - as a warrior.”

She would still have the girls when her sons left, of course; never could she forget about her lively daughters who were growing into strong-minded young ladies, and never would she wish to. In the time that their brothers were gone, they would grow as well, blossoming into intelligent, dutiful Kairos femmes. All of her children would be glorious, and no matter how bittersweet watching them grow was proving to be, it was a more wonderful outcome than Messoria ever could have hoped for.

TAG: Hyperion
WORDS: 554