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The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
Typhon chuckled at the thought of his uncle calling him a prince, the thought bringing a brief flash of inspiration to him that he quelled for now; it was not the time, not quite yet. He was too young, and besides, the Agoge wasn't even finished--why plan too far ahead? "Well clearly you're doing something right, Uncle, or you wouldn't have any mates, let alone one who wanted to carry your pups," he spoke kindly, a sincere smile spread across his muzzle. "Maybe you can ask Roka what it was that drew her to you, and I'll try it out myself. Though I'll go for a strong female before a twit, thanks."
At the mention of harems, Typhon's mood shifted slightly. Though he did not know the ways of adulthood and mates, the idea of having several females taking the same role did not appeal to him. Perhaps it was because he sometimes saw the spark of resentment in Datura's eye when she spoke of the many females Goliath had fathered pups to, or maybe it was just something inside the young wolf that felt it was innately wrong. He did not blame his father, for the creation of more pups in Kairos only meant that he would continue to strengthen the pack and ensure their survival; but he was not sure a harem was something he could ever be interested in.
"It's hard to say, Sabaoth," he started carefully, his face thoughtful but revealing nothing else. "I've grown up knowing that my father has helped bring about many more wolves than my brothers and sisters, but I haven't exactly thought about it in detail. I suppose whether or not you have one mate or many is up to whomever it is involved, you know? If I had a mate and wanted another, I imagine I would discuss it with her. Seems only fair." Nodding along with his words, Typhon found that he would likely follow through with what he proposed to his uncle, as he figured it would help avoid sticky situations.
There were two ways this 'harem business' could go--Messoria, for example, was perfectly happy as a consort to the emperor, and she valued her position even though she was not the only female to get such attention from Goliath. Typhon's mother, on the other hand, would much rather be the only one to benefit from her relationship with his powerful father. Datura was proud in her place despite the fact, and as Matriarch she kept herself dignified, appearing powerful even when she chose to reveal her feelings to her beloved son. Having seen the way she wished things could be different on occasion made the young male think twice about ever doing as his father did; how could he cause such feelings in a female, letting them fester away while he occupied himself with something shiny and new? By the time he was ready to father pups of his own, Kairos would be large enough that he would not need to shore up the numbers.
"Kairos is already so large, we're going to take over the entire island of Anikira someday," Typhon said after a pause, needing to fill the silence somehow. "I can't imagine I'll need more than one litter of pups a year if both you and my father are creating even more than that." A small grin appeared, then, so that Saba would not assume Ty was judging him for choosing a second mate. He wasn't, not really; it just was not something he was likely to do.
His initial thoughts floated back to him, unbidden and unwelcome, and the young wolf squirmed slightly where he lay, debating if he should speak to his uncle about what he was thinking. "Saba... I'm thinking of saying something. But you're going to have to promise to keep it a secret." Bright green eyes met icy blue as a serious air fell between the two wolves, and Typhon impatiently awaited a response from his dear uncle.
Words || 702 Tags || Sabaoth Notes || Found the spark. QUICK REPLY AGAIN SO I CAN CRANK ONE MORE OUT BEFORE IT GOES AWAY
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
At the mention of Roka, Sabaoth shook his head just slightly, reflecting upon the first time he’d spotted the scarred femme. ”Truthfully, I don’t know what drew Roka to me. Our first meeting was treading the thin line between talking to one another and lunging. But then again, I suppose no one can resist my charms,” he said dryly, the sarcasm clear in his voice. It seemed like only days ago that he was leaving Roka’s side for the first time, instructing her to follow him to Ina’mos. He hadn’t been sure that she would…but he’d returned from Vor’asa to find her there one evening, and he’d been surprised by the satisfaction he’d felt at the sight. With Typhon, he thought, it will be different. He couldn’t imagine any femme fighting his nephew every step of the way as Roka had with him.
He listened intently as Typhon offered his thoughts on the harem, and despite the young male’s uncertainty and reluctance, Sabaoth took no offense. It was something he needed to consider; he knew without bothering to wonder otherwise that Roka would be furious with him over Odara, but would she leave? After what the two had already endured, Sabaoth doubted it. All that he could do now was wait and watch, and when it came time for him to burden them both with the proud but difficult task of carrying his pups, he would have to ensure that there was no added stress on either female. ”No matter what happens,” he told Typhon as he mused, ”I will ensure that none of my sons or daughters ever have to wonder about their father. I will not be able to see them all of the time – my duties simply won’t allow it – but they will never grow up feeling as if they do not know me.”
”Saba... I'm thinking of saying something. But you're going to have to promise to keep it a secret.”
Typhon’s tone had gone serious, and a jolt of alarm surged through Sabaoth as he glanced up sharply, gaze roaming over Typhon’s face. He had no idea what to expect from the young male, and yet they’d spent so much time bonding as of late that Sabaoth could not imagine refusing. Typon had listened to his own worries and fears, which Sabaoth would not have dared confide in anyone else, and already the scarred warrior was honored that his nephew wished to confide something in him. None of his showed on his face, however; his expression was carefully arranged into one of simple curiosity, and he nodded in a manner that was curt, although his words were anything but. ”You have my word that I will tell no one,” he said. Perhaps Sabaoth should have considered the implication of his promise depending on what Typhon might possibly tell him…but no matter what it was, the grizzled male knew he would not betray the trust that had been built slowly but surely between the two.
"I can't wait to meet Roka. She and I have a lot in common, if her first instinct upon meeting you was to pounce," Ty said with a laugh, grinning at his uncle as he imagined the small female he had never met, seeing her as a mixture between Datura and Pandora--delicate but fierce. "I'm sure there's something about you for the girls to love. And lucky, too, since you aren't much to look at," he joked, before setting his thoughts on more serious matters. A prickling started in his wound as he prepared to speak, and a presence made itself known to him alone.
Be careful, sprang into his mind, the harsh warning nearly physically alarming to the young wolf. Your Uncle has been a valuable asset but that does not mean he will not betray you. Do not make a mistake now. Typhon ignored the voice, confident that his uncle would forever be faithful if that was what he promised. Sabaoth was not the type to go back on his word, and besides, what he had to say was not exactly something that needed to stay a secret--but neither did it need to spread throughout Vor'asa and Ina'mos to inevitably be whispered into every available ear.
Ty took a slow breath, and let his eyes glance around and take in their surroundings before he spoke. Not a soul was near, least of all any of the wolves participating in the Agoge, and his breath came out in a measured, precise way. "I'm not saying anything is concrete," he started softly, his voice gentle and eager as he looked back to Sabaoth with a spark in his jade eyes. "but I have been toying with... well, some ideas."
There was a silence, and a slow, sharp grin separated the wolf's lips as he continued. "I've always wondered what it would be like, to lead. To be the voice that others look for in times of need, to welcome or scatter newcomers. I think it might be fun, to be in control." Another pause, a glance away to the trees. "I'm not saying I'd like to take that away from Goliath," he added casually, taking on a nonchalant appearance and staring, evidently, off into the distance. "But I'd like to take it away from somebody. Hearing stories of how my father conquered Descai..."
His soft voice trailed off as he glanced back at Sabaoth, the spark in his eyes now a hard determination. Typhon's face remained passive, but his intent was very clear. "I want to do something that will get me recognized as a force to be followed. Admired. And I want to earn it. I'd like to challenge an alpha in the name of Kairos, and rule their lands as my own." Though he had started softly, his hushed voice had increased in intensity--though not volume--until he very nearly could not keep his tone down, and it was then that he stopped speaking, hardly blinking as he awaited a response from his uncle.
Words || 543 Tags || Sabaoth Notes || WELL THERE GOES ALL THE LIGHT-HEARTEDNESS WOOPS
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
Their light conversation was swiftly forgotten as Typhon slowly, almost hesitantly, revealed what it was that had weighed so heavily upon his mind. Sabaoth was silent as he listened, not missing how Typhon’s voice swiftly grew more intense, more animated, the words seeming to tumble from between his teeth in a rush. Originally Typhon’s statements had caused a pang of alarm to jolt through the General’s chest, but his silent worries were quickly abated when his nephew revealed that he had no intention of taking Kairos from his father. It would have been a harrowing affair should it have come to a battle between his brother and one of his favorite nephews – but apparently something that he need not concern himself with.
When at last Typhon’s voice tapered to a halt, Sabaoth was silent for some time, mulling over the large amount of information that Typhon had provided him with. ”Well, I cannot say that I am surprised by your ambition. A bit sooner than I expected, but regardless, still pleasing to hear.” He glanced away considerately, his mind swiftly flicking over the other packs that had formed. Descai, who Goliath had already made fools of, had been silent since the conquest. Likewise, little had been heard from Valyn’s borders. Ultoris he filed away with a dismissive flick with the knowledge that they were Kairos’ allies, and the two others that sprang to mind – Airila and the recently formed Eden – were both active enough with all things considered; although, he thought with a grim smile, none of them were quite as large as Kairos. In the end, wherever Typhon set his eyes on was within the realm of possibilities.
”To lead is no simple task, but I’m sure you are well aware of that. You’ve seen your father and how he reigns; I think that you would do well in a position of leadership.” Already they had acquired Acerbus and Vor’asa, but one more territory ruled by a fearsome beast would certainly not be a bad thing. ”Have you started thinking about where yet?” He asked, his curiosity thoroughly piqued. Goliath would more than likely allow several warriors to accompany Typhon on his quest, and it had been so long since Sabaoth had felt the rush of the battle fever course through him.
”Whatever you decide, I will go with you at the time, if you would like,” Sabaoth offered. ”I realize that your plans are still a bit premature, but still. The offer stands.”
There was more silence than he cared for, between the time he had stopped speaking and his uncle's response, and Typhon's heart pounded loudly in his chest, for all he knew scaring away any creatures left within the vicinity of he and Sabaoth. Fear gripped him, anxiety taunted him, until words came from the grizzled mouth of his companion, words that instantly soothed him, even before he understood what they meant. A heavy sigh left Ty's lips as he got a response, and his racing heart slowed to match the calm air that Saba always radiated.
"I'm relieved to hear you say that, Uncle," the young male responded, his serious face becoming more comfortable and relaxed as he realized that Sabaoth was on his side, had even expected Typhon to dream of greatness. Compliments came easily from the mouth of his companion, and a smile again spread across Ty's giant muzzle as he soaked them in, honored as always when his uncle chose to grace him with kind words--it wasn't as though Saba were always cruel, but he was brutally honest, and not many earned his praise.
As the troubles of leadership arose, Typhon nodded, knowing full-well how difficult it sometimes was for Goliath to keep everything under control--running several territories, not all of them near each other, could be difficult for anyone. "If anything, I would like to relieve Goliath of some of his responsibilities. Perhaps run a territory in his name for a while, before branching out on my own--if I ever get to that point. I feel I would like to help him expand his empire and learn from him, then help him get revenge on some traitors and earn my own lands in the process." A flash of anger raced through him at the thought of one traitor in particular, but he suppressed it; now was not the time for anger, nor was he ready to exact revenge on any wolf. There would always be time for that.
"I was thinking that pack of females would be an easy start, and probably an easy finish," Ty said lightly, turning his head to point in the direction of Valyn's borders, though they were far from being within sight of them. "They taunt Kairos with their ideals, and they are close enough that it would be easy for me to keep in contact with my family while keeping them in line." Turning back to his uncle, the male set another grin on his face, forever thankful for the blessings he had received. Sabaoth would follow him to the end, it seemed, and what an end it would be.
Support was something Ty was not exactly used to, though between Datura, Lilith, and Sabaoth, he was quickly learning that it was not out of reach. "I thank you, Sabaoth, for your future help. If I were going to take anyone with me into battle, it would certainly be you," Typhon said seriously, the grin fading to be replaced with a fierce but plain look. "It may take a while, to plan a takeover. And of course I will retrieve my egg first. Speaking of which... may I bring it to you, back on In'amos?" Typhon's voice had become quiet, his face almost shy, as he asked his uncle for the privilege. He knew that the answer would be yes, but he still felt the need to ask.
Words || 593 Tags || Sabaoth Notes || Such bonding.< 3
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
At the mention of traitors, Sabaoth’s ears pricked forward atop his skull, his head tilting just slightly to one side. As General, it was one of Sabaoth’s many responsibilities to be aware of Kairos’ enemies – including, most notoriously, their traitors. During one of his many trips back to Ina’mos, he had been made aware of several who had departed from Ina’mos and severed ties with Kairos – the first ever, in fact. Most notably were two of the Emperor’s daughters, but Sabaoth was under the impression that they had departed amiably after speaking with Goliath. There was one other, as well, but perhaps he was wrong. He supposed only time would tell.
As Typhon spoke of Valyn, Sabaoth could not resist throwing back his scarred muzzle and laughing. ”A good choice. I hear that not all of their femmes are as grotesquely sized as their alphess – what few of them remain, anyways.” Lips still pulled into a telltale grin, Sabaoth nodded once. ”I agree with your plan. And surely more lands will be a blessing when you do conquer them; Kairos’ numbers will only swell more and more with each passing year.”
Now he himself would be contributing to the mass of pups born each season, he realized. It was an odd thought, but it was necessary not only for the strength of Kairos, but also to bestow honor upon his growing family.
While he listened intently to each word that Typhon spoke, Sabaoth found himself pausing after his nephews last request – not because he had to consider it, but rather because his mind was sluggish with the realization that Typhon wished to bring his egg to him. ”Of course you may,” he said at last, and for once he did not bother to wipe the expression of mild surprise from his features. He wished for Typhon to know that it was surprise that had momentarily stayed his tongue, and not reluctance to accept his offer. ”It would be my honor to oversee the breaking.”
Sabaoth cast a glance skyward, frowning at the realization that it would grow dark soon. He had not realized he’d been sharing in Typhon’s company for so long, which was a feat considering that Sabaoth was usually not keen on company. He hefted his weight and stood, shaking dirt from his pelt as he glanced back towards Typhon.
”I suppose I should be going now. Can’t have anyone thinking I favor you,” he grumbled, although with less conviction than usual. He turned and began to walk away before pausing, aiming a wide grin over his shoulder. ”Take care when you’re retrieving your eggs. If those eagles get a hold of you, then you and I might have matching faces.” His chuckle trailed behind him as the hulking General started off the way that he had come, considerably less grumpy than he had been previously; although, by the set of his jaw and the narrow form of his pale blue eyes, one might not ever know the difference.
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(Sab-ay-OTH), "hosts/armies of heaven" 2 years | Kairos General | Kenai Peninsula Dominant Harem:Roka & Odara
"I'm glad to hear it, uncle. I hope I can do you and Goliath proud when the time comes," Typhon said with a smile, immensely glad that Sabaoth agreed with him. It would take several wolves to overtake the lands he had set his sights on, despite them being full of small females; having spent time with Datura, Typhon knew that being a female did not make one meek or unable to instill fear, nor did it mean they would or could not fight. Even the smallest of females could be a challenge, though from his uncle's words, the alphess at least was a wolf who would fit in to Kairos size-wise.
The pause Sabaoth offered when Ty asked if he could bring him the egg caused a momentary feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Surely his uncle would not deny him? The thought was unbearable; Saba was the one wolf here that the young male trusted beyond all doubt, and he was incredibly relieved to see the surprise on Sabaoth's face after his pause. An affirmative followed, and Typhon's breath ease out in a soft sigh that he did not know he had been holding. "Thank you, uncle. That means a lot to me," the wolf said quietly, his voice overflowing with gratitude. Goliath would have overseen the breaking of his egg, of course, but it somehow meant so much more for his uncle to do so--he, at least, had zero obligations, and could accept or deny based purely on choice.
When his uncle rose, Typhon stayed with his rump on the ground, having not noticed how long the two had been talking. He would eventually rise himself, but for now he wanted to keep his wounds from opening back up. "I appreciate the time you've spent not favoring me, sir," he said with a grin, watching his uncle retreat and finding that he missed him even as he turned to speak once more. Sabaoth mentioned the obvious danger of the eagles, and the joke caused Typhon to laugh out loud. "It would be an honor to have a matching ruin of a face. But I think I'll offer my other shoulder instead, and match myself."
With that the young male watched until his uncle's hulking form disappeared from sight, sighing softly and laying his head gently upon the ground. The darkness around him began to deepen, and with it came exhaustion; today had been long, and tomorrow he would retrieve the egg that would help shape his future. With his uncle gone, there was no reason for him to stay awake, and so he drifted into a gentle sleep to prepare for his next big task.
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