Big Kids [Typhon]

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Goliath was hallucinating, he had to be – which was strange, considering the day was not blisteringly hot, nor was the great brute overly parched. In all truth, life on Vor’asa was rich and abundant, and the infamous alpha was adjusting moderately well to the expansive dunes, mainly owed to the frequent freshwater oases that offered respite from the arid patches that filled the tumultuous land. Everything was wild and picturesque – except one single, lone boulder in the distance that appeared to be moving in the wind. Goliath blinked, certain his eyes were deceiving him.

Perplexed, but intrigued nonetheless, the colossal brute strode closer to the large, traveling boulder, until it was finally close enough to smell – the earthy, meaty scent filling his nose – and immediately, he noticed the muscular, stumpy legs sprouting out on the sides of the rock. Four legs in all, and a robust, wrinkled head emerged from the front of the rock, black eyes staring at him grumpily.

“What the hell… are you,” he drawled aloud, staring at the peculiar turtle-like creature with interest. He was familiar with the ocean-dwelling reptiles that surrounded Ina’mos, but this creature wasn’t so sleek and streamlined, it was … dry and dusty, possessing a dome-like shell that rose up high from the ground, with nobbled legs and clawed stumps for feet. It fumbled about rather clumsily, eager to escape from him, but the vigorous male refused to let it get away so quickly.

Panting softly from the heat, Goliath’s maw opened wide in an attempt to clamp his teeth against the creature’s sturdy shell, but its armour was as solid as a rock, barely scratching under his teeth’s force. The reptile gurgled out a growl, which roused an insatiable chuckle from the goading beast, who continued to nip uselessly at the shell to rile a chorus of croaks and hisses from the infuriated lump of a creature.

As the thing yet again tried to flee, Goliath wedged his snout under its rump and used all of his strength to flip the rugged creature onto its back, straining his neck and grunting in exertion as he lifted its immense weight up and over. The turtle-thing swayed precariously on its shell, stump-legs flailing in exaggeratedly slow panic at its state of helplessness. A bark of excitement erupted from him as his tail swayed in vigorous amusement, which gradually rose to a howl of unsettling, ravenous laughter at the sheer pitifulness of it. After a full minute of futile writhing, it was clear that the poor lump simply wasn’t able to right itself.

This land was weird and wonderful, and even now, an alpha standing upon the top of the world, Goliath found intrigue in a thing as meaningless as this, and that sense of wonder in him would never cease. Age would never tame his relentlessness, nor creaking limbs subdue his vitality. The world contained an illimitable numbers of mysteries and enigmas, and Goliath - mad in all but his spirit - was determined to uncover all there was to uncover, drink from every source of knowledge in the world. Listen to all there was to hear. Eat every creature there was to eat.

Goliath stood over the panicked creature, casting a shadow over almost the entirely of its body, and grinned wide. Saliva welled on his lips and tongue as excess spittle landed across its black, marbled shell. “Nowhere to go now, you little scaly bastard,” he muttered with a gruff snort, inspecting its solid underside for a weak point where he might be able to crack it open.


Tagged: Typhon

[Typhon]

Typhon

Giant feet, twitching at random, hung over the edge of a small ledge, leading up to the sleeping form of a proportionally large body. Ruddy tan and brown and white mixed together to create a beautiful coat of fur, waving gently as the motion from the wolf's feet travelled up his legs. Dreams swirled through Typhon's mind and brought the slight movements to his body without his consent, as they had from the time he was born. Colors and lights flashed behind his eyelids, speeding through his mind without a purpose that his sleeping brain could comprehend.

A gentle chiding disturbed him, and the twitching of his paws stopped as Ty woke slightly, a low growl rumbling in his throat as his slumber was interrupted. Don't you growl at me, young man, came a sharp, almost painful thought unbidden into his head, cutting through the sleepy fog to prevent the wolf from going back to his rest. You are wasting time. The sun has been up for an hour, and your father is near. Would you like him to sneak up on you? Without a seconds hesitation, green eyes flew open and the large body sat up quickly, blood rushing to Ty's brain and causing a few seconds of pain as the world wavered.

Once adjusted, Typhon rolled his his feet and stretched his nearly-full-grown body, still growing accustomed to the feel of such large features. He was all legs for now, without the bulk that would come after his Agoge training, and the gangly nature of his body was the most difficult part of growing up so far. Once he was satisfied with his stretching, the male lifted his nose to the wind and tested it, sucking in a large quantity of air and smelling his portion of the island. The overwhelming majority of it was the sea and the trees, but he caught the faint scents of various prey animals as well, and, after a moment, the distinctive and impressive scent of Goliath.

He had been marking the island, it seemed, in an effort to prove to all who ventured here that he was the one who ruled the land. Typhon had not bothered to mark his territory, here or back home, for precisely that reason. Additionally, he had no desire to prove that he had been anywhere; he was not leaving Kairos, could not, without his mother having something to say about it. And if he never planned to leave, he shouldn't have to mark the border with his bodily fluids when his body would always be around. The point is to prove your dominance, Typhon, growled the voice in his head, as though he had said the same thing a thousand times. Not to prove you exist. Otherwise your father would not bother.

"You know, I don't need your input every time I have a thought," Ty responded, his voice harsh and cruel, but the voice only laughed at him. I can make your life hell, boy. Don't test me.

Typhon shook his head and lifted his paws, padding in the direction he thought his father might be in. The island was small, and it would only be a matter of time before he ran into the giant that had helped bring him life. It was not scent but sound that alerted him as Ty's large ears heard an impressive thump, distinctly the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. As he crested a hill, the light-colored wolf set eyes upon his father, setting his teeth to the bottom of a tortoise carapace.

"There's no way in. You have to pull the soft pieces out," Typhon called out in a ringing voice, predicting what his father was trying to do and offering his advice. He had seen several tortoises on the island thus far and attempted many times to crack the shell, all to no avail, until the ever-helpful voice he heard told him to focus on the weak points of the feet and head. "Crushing the head makes the rest easier, too." The younger wolf stayed where he was at the top of the small incline, unsure how his father would take his words of advice. Goliath and Ty had not been close--Datura held most of his affections, after all--but the male greatly respected his father and wanted to please him despite their lack of relationship. The fact that he was a large male helped his case immensely, he knew; Goliath wanted warriors for Kairos, and Typhon was well on his way to becoming one.

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Notes || I honestly have zero idea about how Ty and Gol are going to be together so this will be interesting. xD