Crazed [Sabaoth]

[Odara]

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It was early morning and the sun was a bright beacon in the sky, shining down on the ground below and being reflected back off of the sand dunes. Hidden beneath one of the sparse trees was a relatively dark female, aside from the tan, cream, and red points streaked through her pelt. She was panting delicately due to the heat and her eyes refrained from staring out into the expanse of the land. However when one would be able to catch a quick glimpse of her eyes they would be simply astonished by the coloring; clear silver. Her silver optics were a gorgeous contrast among her dark pelt and framed her face beautifully, though she did not really know what beauty was. Her life had consisted of mostly dark times and the two year old still had much to learn on her own. It had not been very long since she had escaped her destructive past, and even now she was still dealing with the many repercussions. She had been forced to wait until late evening until she could do any of her traveling, which made her a little worrisome considering how much space she wanted to put between herself and her old life. Odara did not want to stay in one spot but she simply did not have a choice in the matter. The sunlight was so bright that it was painful for her to even look out across the sand dunes, which was frustrating but something that she would have to deal with. There had been an awful lot of ruckus in these lands since she had come here. The different scents were strange to her but there were plenty both male and female. She was smart enough to depict what scent markers were and she tried to steer clear of them, though sometimes it was impossible to stay completely away from them. Even now she could sense the strange scents that lingered in this territory and it made her slightly uneasy but she was not afraid. Although she was of lighter body weight she was a good bit stockier then most average females, and wouldn't hesitate in protecting herself if need be. However Odara did not want things to take such a path considering she couldn't see worth a lick right now.

Odara rested her head on her petite fore-paws, allowing herself to relax for a bit. There was no sense in getting herself worked up when she knew there was no way that she would be moving anytime soon. So instead she decided that a nap would be best and by the time she would awaken it would hopefully be a bit darker out. So despite her small anxieties she closed her eyes and let herself drift off to sleep, though her red tipped auditories remained perked while she drifted. It seemed that a good bit of time had passed before she finally opened her eyes again and when she did she did not receive an automatic spark of pain. It was dark enough out that she could see comfortably and in fact it was so dark that you could hardly see a few feet in front of you. But Odara had absolutely no problems seeing and she eagerly stood up off the ground. She shook her pelt briefly, ridding it of all dirt and dander as she made her way away from her resting place. She walked at a decent pace, rising and falling with the sand dunes as she moved. She had no distinct destination in mind, all she knew was that she needed to keep moving to keep enough distance between herself and her past. It was while she was briefly distracted with those thoughts that she bumped smack dab right into someone or something. She yelped briefly before bolting backwards, her eyes narrowing as she stared at whatever she had just collided with. It was while she was backpedaling that she noticed that it was in fact another wolf and a very large one at that. For a moment she remained frozen, her tail tucked between her legs. Her auds flattened against her skull and her eyes did not move from the stranger's face. One inhale of the air around her confirmed that the stranger was a male and it was no secret that he was incredibly larger then her small stature. She wasn't sure how to react, she hadn't had much interaction with other wolves and her first interaction was due to her colliding with him. She continued to stare, unable to speak or move. She was not afraid just simply puzzled as to what she should do next.

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notes:: wanted to get this thread up for them <3
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[Sabaoth]

The days were long, and the nights were certainly no shorter. It had been many moons since Sabaoth had first arrived upon Vor’asa to assist with the Agoge, and the days that followed had been a blur of repetition consisting mainly of training, sparring, and hunting. All around him were the products of his brother’s seed, and several from the previous General as well. They were all growing swiftly both in size and skill, eager to prove their worth and by no means failing. They were an admirable group, and with time Sabaoth was certain that they would make wonderful warriors. As it was he stood high atop one of the many dunes, the sun slowly sinking lower in the sky at his back as his pale blue eyes tracked the process of two large forms slinking across the horizon. Two of the young wolves undoubtedly, although he could not tell which from his position. There was no use wasting his time figuring out which pups they were when soon night would fall, and they would inevitably be searching for shelter.

When the sun finally sank below the distant horizon, darkness followed swiftly. No longer able to see the pair, Sabaoth turned away with a flick of his ears, content to slumber in the hills of the dunes tonight. In the morning it would grow far too hot for him to lounge in the sweltering summer heat, but Sabaoth had long ago began rising before the sun. Tomorrow would certainly be no different.

Across the sand he went, paws thumping dully against the earth, leaving large prints in his wake. The moon was not visible yet, nestled behind a cluster of clouds that left little hope for light, but the darkness had never bothered the behemoth. The dark colors of his coat blended in seamlessly with the night, the gleaming blue of his eyes his only bright feature save for the few patches of ivory upon him. His gait was brisk but controlled, his thoughts wandering as he moved. It was this coupled with the darkness of the night that caused him to miss the other wolf until she was upon him – literally.

Her scent reached him just a split moment before she did, feminine and soft. Sabaoth came to an abrupt halt just as she collided with his thick legs, before she abruptly backpedaled, eyes wide and tail tucked between her legs as she stared up at him. She was tiny compared to his own hulking frame, and her entire posture radiated fear and uncertainty. He knew immediately that she was not of Kairos, not solely due to her scent, but because the only femme who’d been allowed to attend the agoge this round was Lilith, who was nearly as tall as Sabaoth himself already and certainly nothing like the cowering she-wolf who stood before him. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, lowering his scarred face to get a closer look. She was an interesting mix of colors, but most notable was her eyes, a piercing silver that Sabaoth had never seen before. Although he was not the type of brute to fall at the paws of a beautiful creature, she was admittedly lovely.

”You have wandered into Kairos territory,” he said, his voice low and quiet. The openness of the dunes would allow her to hear him without needing to snarl or yell. ”And you are fortunate that it was I who found you. Vor’asa is crawling with young warriors in training, many of whom would not hesitate to make you an example of their ferocity, no matter how small you may be.” His words were frank, not at all meant to intimidate her but rather to make a point of how careless her actions had been. He could only imagine what her fate might have been had an overeager Lilith stumbled upon her, or even one of her equally fierce brothers. It was blatantly clear that whoever this femme was, she posed no threat. Her delicate features showed no hint of defiance, and while not long ago Sabaoth had killed a wolf who’d dared intrude upon Kairos territory uninvited, she had not goaded him or provoked his anger as the impudent arctic brute had. Yet.

”I am Sabaoth, General of Kairos,” he said after a moment. ”What is your name, girl, and why are you here?”

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NOTES: SO MUCH EXCITEMENT <3

[Odara]

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For a moment there was silence between the two, it seemed as if it wrapped endlessly between them as they stared into each other's eyes. Odara simply could not find the words to speak to him as he was far larger then any wolf she had ever met. He was about three times the size of her master and it wasn't that she was struck with fear, she just knew to be submissive from the start. He was without a doubt tons stronger then her and a fight would be futile, which she most definitely had no intentions of slugging it out with the brute. She had done a decent job of backpedaling but was now frozen in his ice blue stare- her appendages quivering ever so slightly. You have wandered into Kairos territory. He remarked to her and her auds perked ever so lightly at the words Kairos. She hadn't expected to wander into a pack territory so soon but it had happened which landed her in quite the predicament. There would be no point in her running as she knew not where their borders laid, so her best bet was to rely on this stranger, if only for a brief moment. Perhaps she could outrun him with her much smaller stature and of course her impeccable night vision. But part of her did not want to leave him so soon- she was openly fascinated by the ebony and ivory brute. And you are fortunate that it was I who found you. Vor’asa is crawling with young warriors in training, many of whom would not hesitate to make you an example of their ferocity, no matter how small you may be. Odara had had no intentions of stumbling upon a training escapade, but now that he had mentioned it she was truly intrigued. I had no previous intentions of trespassing. But now I am curious and intrigued by my savior. Her words were coy and followed with a shy tentative smile. She glanced away for a half a second, breaking the eye contact for the first time since they had collided with one another. I am Sabaoth, General of Kairos. What is your name, girl, and why are you here? My name? She cocked her head ever so slightly to the side, her eyes inquisitive as she hesitated for a moment. Well my name is.. Odara. And I have no true purpose here.

It was odd hearing her name roll off her tongue and for a second she wasn't even sure that it was her name. She could hardly recall a single time that she had been called it but found that she liked the sound of it. She stared back up at Sabaoth and finally sat her rump on the ground. She did not cower but instead leaned towards him. It was the first interaction she had had with another wolf and she was comfortable with the contact. Any other wolf probably should have been afraid but Odara lacked any fear at this given moment. I would leave if I knew where to go. She offered him, glancing around her briefly. She did not see anyone else except for him and her and knew that any efforts of leaving would be futile at this point. She would probably end up circling back around or run into one of the young warriors that he had described. That was the last of her intentions as she didn't want to become a part of their experimenting. She was however interested in this Kairos pack that he had spoken of. Perhaps if she found reprieve there she could remain hidden from her past more securely. Her tail wagged briefly at the thought though she instantly halted the strange motion. She had not experienced joy since she was a puppy and the feeling was completely foreign to her. Instead she focused on his piercing blue eyes, allowing herself to gaze into them for what seemed like a decade. She could have gotten lost in those eyes had it not been for the sound of the insects chirping around them. It brought her back to the present and she let out a slow sigh that was barely audible. Do you want me to go? She asked him, sizing him up as she inched a bit closer. She knew that she could have gotten her face ripped off but she liked the risk she was taking. For some reason she felt this carnal desire towards this brute, and the rush of adrenaline through her system was an added bonus. Briefly she pictured his muzzle and broad chest covered in blood and the thought was exhilarating for the young female. She could only imagine what it would be like if she were to witness such a scene in real life. Her heart thumped in her chest, a distinct pounding in her ears as she waited for him to speak, meanwhile holding her gruesome thoughts at bay.

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notes:: dirty little thing c:
tagged:: Sabaoth
muse:: not bad
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[Sabaoth]

After Sabaoth’s initial introduction, there was a brief moment of silence between the two before the femme spoke, melodious voice reaching his auds easily. She’d unintentionally crossed Kairos’ border it seemed, and for a moment he considered this before the word ”savior” fell from her muzzle. Unable to help himself, the brute chuckled and shook his head a fraction of an inch. It was something he’d certainly never been called before; Sabaoth hadn’t exactly earned himself a heroic reputation in his time on Anikira. He did not miss the coy way that the female’s tone had dipped, however, and so Sabaoth made no further comment. More interesting now was how she hesitated in giving her name, the question seeming to confuse her. Sabaoth’s ivory-pointed brows quirked with interest as finally a name sprang to her lips: Odara. Despite her initial hesitation, she seemed to be a fearless thing, lowering her rump to the sand as he stood before her. Had he wanted to, Sabaoth easily could have punished her for trespassing despite her claims that she had not meant to; she was miniscule in comparison to him, and her guard was down – not that it would have mattered if it wasn’t. But the General made no move to do so, instead studying her silently until she spoke once more.

”I would leave if I knew where to go.” A brief silence followed and then, miraculously, she inched towards him, something gleaming in her silvery orbs as her tone grew softer. ”Do you want me to go?”

Once more he laughed, but it was low and rumbling, his amusement aimed not at her but instead at his own thoughts. She was certainly different from Roka, who’d been stubborn and who’d fought him every step of the way. Roka was fiercely beautiful and persistently challenging, but Odara was a different creature entirely. For a moment the male stood considering, his tail swaying back and forth slowly behind him as his gaze remained glued to the lovely, bold she-wolf before him. Now that she’d drawn closer her scent wafted towards him, unfamiliar, and Sabaoth inhaled deeply before responding. ”What I want is a different matter entirely,” he finally said, large paws sinking into the sand beneath him. ”And yet if it is a haven that you seek, I will offer you security within Kairos – if you are loyal.”

Odara, if the femme accepted his offer, would be the first welcomed into Kairos’ ranks by Sabaoth since the brute had received his promotion in Titan’s absence. While part of him desired to see Kairos grow and thrive, another part of him had offered Odara a place in Kairos for wholly selfish reasons. She seemed drawn to him for some inexplicable reason; Sabaoth would not protest. ”If you accept,” he murmured, voice dipping even lower as he took a single step towards her, muscles rolling beneath his pelt, ”you will be kept safe. Always.” He had not missed the uncertainly that had flashed in her gaze earlier; he knew nothing of where she’d come from, and yet something within the brute told him that Odara could use his offered protection.

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NOTES: <3

[Odara]

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This brute that stood before her signified everything that she needed in her life at this very moment. He was headstrong and his body mass alone could make anyone quiver, either out of excitement or fear. She found that she was trembling because of both options. Just the look of him made some deep carnal desire rise within her which was odd because she had never felt such a feeling before. All she knew was that this desire was warm and alluring, it made her feel like she was floating on clouds but still grounded. She gazed up at him with sheer adoration, but also curiosity. She was truly intrigued by him, she wanted to know more. The fact that there was indeed the scent of another female on his pelt did not even make the vixen falter, she simply did not care. All she cared about was gaining his trust, perhaps even his respect. It was not normal for her to idolize someone but then again Odara hadn't exactly had a normal life thus far. The darkness enveloped them both making her husky with wanting but she supressed the strange feelings rising within her. Now was not the place nor the time, but eventually there would be one- her instincts told her that much. What I want is a different matter entirely, And yet if it is a haven that you seek, I will offer you security within Kairos – if you are loyal. At first she could not wrap around what he was saying, but then it clicked instantly. He wanted her? And the question at hand was whether she would remain loyal? What kind of question was that? She couldn't help but allow a shy smile to flicker across her face. My loyalty is not even a question.. Her tail wagged slowly, gracefully as she tilted her head back to get a better look at him. She felt fluttering in her chest, it was a strange surreal feeling. If you accept, you will be kept safe. Always. She liked the way that sounded, she especially liked the fact that she had such a burly male to protect her from her previous captor. Before this she had not even existed, but now he was offering her a chance- a chance at a new life. The sound of his home was inviting and she would stupid to turn down such an offer. I want to accept your offer. To be with you. Her words were blunt as there simply was no way around it. She didn't want to be with anyone else and she feared that if she did not accept his offer she would either be found by her captor or be alone for the rest of her entirety. Tell me of Kairos.. Of the land I will soon know? She asked him quietly, a sheen of eagerness glinting in her eyes. Her tail continued to sway delicately as she inched a bit closer, reveling off of the heat that seemed to radiate from his body.

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notes:: sorry for the delay babe, thank god for liquid time
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muse:: decent
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[Sabaoth]

”My loyalty is not even a question.”

It was exactly what Sabaoth had wanted to hear, his lips curling into something that was a mockery of a smile due to his horrid scars. He could practically smell the eagerness radiating off of the tiny she-wolf as she edged ever closer to him, wide silver eyes glistening in the light of the moon. He did not move away from her, instead craning his neck just slightly so that he could continue to gaze at her. She was so small that had it been daylight, she would have stood in the shadow of his monstrous form, a brief realization that was pleasing to the brute. And although she could clearly see every part of his gleaming scars, every inch that he towered over her, she did not seem afraid.

Her inquiries regarding Kairos, and her thinly veiled acceptance of his offer, only pleased Sabaoth more. ”The primary location is an island just off the shore of Vor’asa. The Emperor, my brother Goliath, has claimed Acerbus as well. But it is Ina’mos where you would reside with the majority of the others.” Briefly he glanced away from her and towards the distant horizon, as if he could see Ina’mos from where he stood. After a moment his gaze returned to hers, and he took a single step towards her until his chest was nearly brushing her muzzle, tilting his head further until his mouth was near to one of her velvety ears. ”It is a place of great strength, and a sanctuary.”

A part of his brain told him not to continue, not to extend the offer that danced on the tip of his tongue. It was so soon, and yet Sabaoth knew he had not mistaken the desire he’d seen flickering in her bright orbs, or the fervor that radiated from her in waves. ”You could be a huntress, I suppose. It’s a common rank for the she-wolves,” he began. Slowly, deliberately, his gaze flickered across her frame before his next words fell from his lips, no less certain that before. ”Or, if you are interested, I could offer you a position of Consort. My Consort.” The word itself explained enough – it suggested that Odara would not be his one and only mate, that she would share him. He wondered if she would lose interest if he would not be hers alone; he watched her closely for her reaction, his cool blue gaze never leaving her face.


Odara

[Odara]

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Odara couldn't help but enjoy every second of being with Sabaoth. It was as if suddenly she felt whole all over again- like she was born anew. She couldn't help but stare up at him with adoration clearly seen in her silver hued occuli. He was everything that she wanted and needed in her life, and it was in that moment that she knew that she would do anything for him. That she would go to the ends of the earth and back for this very individual- even though she had just met him. Because he had given her something she had never had before- a sanctuary. He had offered her safety, and had promised to protect her for the entirety of her days. But somehow Odara knew that he could offer her so much more, she just had a gut feeling about it. The primary location is an island just off the shore of Vor’asa. The Emperor, my brother Goliath, has claimed Acerbus as well. But it is Ina’mos where you would reside with the majority of the others. It is a place of great strength, and a sanctuary. She tilted her head slightly, continuing to gaze up at him with her auds perked ever so slightly. Will I be meeting your brother. And will I be expected to interact with others? She asked him, meanwhile contemplating in her mind what she would do when she did have to interact with the other wolves. She had only ever been around two wolves in her young two years of life and she wasn't exactly accustomed to being around others. Sometimes to make herself comfortable she would fantasize about others being bathed in blood- perhaps that would be exactly what she would do when meeting the strangers..or well the rest of the pack.

You could be a huntress, I suppose. It’s a common rank for the she-wolves. Or, if you are interested, I could offer you a position of Consort. My Consort. She stared up at him with longing, unknowingly her tail thumped gently on the ground behind her. She couldn't help but feel happy around him which was truly odd because she had never really experienced the emotion before. She could only assume that it was what others called happiness. The consort role sounds far more ideal.. Could you perhaps explain what it entails? What my duties would be.. Her vocal chords were suggestive, her eyes glistening as she leaned against his chest. And in a split second she allowed herself to be bold, very bold. She reached up tentatively at first, before her tongue quickly escaped her maw to reach his jawline. The taste of him was sweet and seductive, but just as soon as she did the gesture she retracted. She lowered herself to the ground submissively, aware that she could very well be rebuked for her actions. He had not asked her to touch him and she knew that she could suffer very large consequences for doing so, but she simply had not been able to resist. She waited for him to lash out at her, meanwhile she had shrunk so low to the ground that she was partially laying on her side- the cream hues of her underbelly showing. She waited for the beating, expected it to happen. She deserved it after all, she knew better than that.

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notes:: love these two <3
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[Sabaoth]

”Will I be meeting your brother. And will I be expected to interact with others?”

Sabaoth dipped his head just once before answering. ”Eventually you will meet Goliath, to be sure. He may not be the one who welcomes you on the shores of Ina’mos, though – he is busy, and usually new she-wolves are greeted by one of his mates, the Matriarch of Kairos. Her name is Datura.” Sabaoth had always liked Datura, and that was a mighty compliment coming from a brute who tolerated very few. She was strong-willed and intelligent, a fitting match for the sole female position of such power in Kairos. And, of course, she was the mother to several of his nieces and nephews, many of whom Sabaoth had found himself growing attached to. Typhon. Lilith. Erebos. All from her first litter.

”The consort role sounds far more ideal.. Could you perhaps explain what it entails? What my duties would be..”

Her voice trailed offer, but Sabaoth did not miss the carefully woven web of seduction and giddiness that laced through her tone, his lips pulling upwards into a brief smirk. ”Your duties would be simple. You would fill your days doing whatever you heart desired – hunting, though we have other she-wolves designated solely for that role, swimming, lounging. It would be your leisurely time.” He shrugged. ”But most importantly, you would be expected to join with me and carry my pups each and every breeding season.” This was the primary role of the Consorts, though Sabaoth thought that she might have known that already. ”The other females are allowed to breed, of course, but Consorts are the revered mates of high-ranking males. Your ability to bring life into this world will be seen as sacred in Kairos. You will not be permitted to leave Ina’mos from the time that your heat comes upon you, all the way up until you have given birth. This is, of course, for your safety, and the safety of your growing young. Otherwise, you will be given leave to wander – as long as you always return.”

Judging by the exultant look in her silvery eyes, Sabaoth doubted she would ever attempt to leave Kairos permanently. And then, before he could further consider the she-wolf in front of him she was sidling forward, her scent burning through his nostrils as her diminutive frame pressed against his chest, tongue snaking out to flick against his jaw. On very few occasions had Sabaoth been faced with temptation before, but here it stood before him in the form of a fae, brazen and longing for him. He sucked in a deep breath, and briefly he considered claiming her where she stood despite the fact that no young would come of it, and that they stood so clearly in the open. But before he could consider the option further she was sinking down into the sand, rolling submissively onto her back and offering him her exposed belly.

”Odara,” he said, his voice still gruff despite the softened tone as he leaned down in an attempt to nudge her to her feet once more. His voice was low as he murmured, ”Get up. If you are to be my Consort, you need not fear touching me. You are free to do so whenever you’d like.”

TAG: Odara
WORDS: 550
NOTES: Sorry for the wait <3