If I Die Young [Sabaoth]

[Olympus]

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He should not have been there, he should have been safe with his brother and staying out of trouble. The pass was not a particularly safe place to begin with, but in the darkness the mission that the young male was on was likely all but suicide. He was smarter than that, he had a brain behind him, but he also had ambition, and youth. Inexperience and curiosity, and a sense of invincibility overwhelmed him, even though he knew that in reality he could lose his life here tonight. A more intelligent and experience wolf might have turned back and bedded down for the night in some safe shelter with his brother, but Olympus had something to prove, not only to himself, but to his father and to Kairos. He had been growing more and more every day, succeeding in the swim to the Vor'asa was only the beginning. He was stepping closer and closer to reaching a year of age, and he had to prove his worth to his pack before he had any hope of returning with his head held high.

Large, almost overgrown paws carried him slowly over the rocky terrain of the path, the moon and stars overhead appearing almost like a blanket under which the clouds and fog had decided to crawl. The darkness was overwhelming as he moved, though as his eyes adjusted slowly to his surroundings, he managed to keep a fairly stable footing and avoid tumbling into the rocky side of the pass that he had decided to travel along. Surely the center of the pass, where he could likely find a suitable path, would have been a more serene and stable choice of walkway. However, the young male was not altogether a fool. He knew that the center of the pass would be where the creatures of the night, the unknown monsters of the Vor'asa, would make their usual travels. Perhaps by keeping to the larger, harder-to-pass rocks, he could avoid their wrath for the night.

He could sense the coming morning as he moved further and further into the pass, though he knew the safety and security of the light would not come for hours still. He had at least some idea what he was doing, what he was getting into, but at the same time, he needed to prove there was at least a bit of bold independence within him. Since their birth, he and his brother had been glued at the hip, stuck together and bonded almost like they were destined to be together always. But Olympus knew that their soft and pampered life as pups could not last forever. It would end, and it would end soon. When they returned to Kairos, they would either be dead, or they would be warriors, adults of the pack and the future their fathers looked to. But none of this would ever happen if they hid away like weak pups and did nothing during their trials in the Agoge.

Words: 499
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: Low
Notes: Sorry it's not much...been a while since I've rped this guy

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[Sabaoth]

Darkness enveloped him as if it were a cloak. It was quiet, eerily so, the stillness of the night broken only by the occasionally pebble breaking away from the rock path to skitter down the side of the mountain. The shadowy brute trudged along the ledge, shoulder occasionally brushing the rock that rose up beside him, disappearing far above. It wasn’t entirely unusual for Sabaoth to be awake in the dead of night – not lately. Ever since the brute had collided, quite literally, with the she-wolf who had unknowingly wandered onto Kairos territory one night, he’d found himself unable to sleep as easily as before. Odara. The name of the femme, who he’d offered his protection – and perhaps more – should she join Kairos, echoed through his skull. As usual, thoughts of the silver-eyed vixen prompted thoughts of another female…one who waited patiently for him upon the shores of Ina’mos. Roka had been brutally fierce since the moment he’d laid eyes upon her, and without truly meaning to, Sabaoth grinned.

A moment later the movement disappeared from his muzzle as the dim rays of moonlight fell across a form approaching from the opposite end of the path. He paused for the briefest moment, pale eyes narrowing in his attempt to identify which young male approached. The scent reached him a moment later, revealing that it was one of the few not sired by his elder brother. One of the twins, then. Sabaoth started forward once more until finally he could proceed no further; the two of them would barely be able to squeeze past each other on the path. For a moment he was silent, eyes raking across the ebony brute in an attempt to pinpoint which twin he was. It was his scent, however, that tipped Sabaoth off. He had never spoken exclusively to Othrys, and yet he’d met Olympus many moons ago on the shores of Ina’mos where the young male had sat teaching Roka how to fish. The memory caused a quiet chuckle to rumble within his chest.

”I was wondering when I’d run into you,” he said, his voice seeming to echo faintly off of the rock to his right. He knew little of the twins outside of their identical appearances and parentage, although Sabaoth was not directly familiar with Titan and Zohartze. He’d come to Vor’asa to assist in the training and mentoring of Kairos’ young, and while Sabaoth was always pleased to see those who shared his blood, it was a welcome rarity to encounter one who was not. ”Scoping out nests?” He asked, gaze sliding towards the steeper bits of the mountain where several of the eagles settled down to raise their young. ”Or were you simply feeling... daring tonight?”

TAG: Olympus 
WORDS: 456
NOTES: Sorry this took me a bit! 

[Olympus]

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A noise, albeit a faint one, caught the dark male's attention suddenly. The rocks around him remained still, silent and stoic as if they were nothing but structures and would only be that for the rest of eternity. The young wolf knew that he should not have been out there, he knew that he should be somewhere safe and somewhere warm with his brother. But, of course, he was off wandering and getting himself in trouble. Well, at least opening himself up for trouble. The noise, however, was the first sign that he was not alone. He stopped, paws now still as his ear twitched back and forth in search of source. But, within a matter of seconds, his questions were answered with the sound of a familiar voice. ”I was wondering when I’d run into you.” Although he had never heard his own father's voice, the sound of Sabaoth's was strangely easy to recognize. He turned slowly, tilting his head and looking into the darkness and right at the other male's face.

Although the adult was still larger than him, the young wolf was well on his way to growing to be larger than Goliath's brother when he was full grown. "Hello Sabaoth." He said, his voice dripping with the narcissistic confidence that he always carried with him. ”Scoping out nests?” The young male tilted his head, the thought of doing something productive had not even crossed his mind. Feeling foolish and naive in front of the more experienced male, Olympus lifted his head a bit higher as if to compensate for his lack of answer. ”Or were you simply feeling... daring tonight?” His lack of response was rewarded with another question, his ears perking at the sound and tail flicking behind him as he thought about an answer. "I just wanted to take a walk." He said, suddenly feeling like a pup being reprimanded by his mother. But Zo had never really been a mother, not until the day he had left for the Agoge.

"Though scoping out nests would not necessarily be a bad idea." He added, lifting his head with confidence again and looking around. "I don't think the birds are too active at night." He said, pulling the words right out of his ass as if he actually knew what he was talking about. His blue eyes had surprisingly little trouble making out the features of the older male in front of him, and it was easy to tell that the other wolf was more at ease than when they had first met. Maybe it had been the female, Roka, that had been the source of his tension. Olympus had flirted, of course, but he had not meant any harm by it. As soon as he had realized Sabaoth had a claim on the female, he had backed off and went on his way. Sure, he wanted to lay claim to many females of his own in the future, but as a youth of Kairos that had not yet completed the Agoge, he had no right to stand between Sabaoth and anyone. Plus, he was not exactly an idiot.

Words: 524
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Sabaoth]

The telltale lilt of confidence that dripped from Olympus’ words brought a grin to Sabaoth’s muzzle. It reminded him of his brother Isaiah, who had always been the most outwardly arrogant of his siblings, although none of his litter mates had ever truly been lacking in confidence. Sabaoth had not seen Isaiah much since the start of the agoge, and although he was far from a sentimental creature, it warmed him to Olympus just slightly. He held no grudges for the young male’s flirtations with Roka many moons ago; it seemed it was simply the nature of the twins to be flirtatious, from what he’d heard of them, and he had not seen Olympus near Roka since.

”Though scoping out nests would not necessarily be a bad idea. I don't think the birds are too active at night."

Sabaoth nodded once, his gaze shifting back towards the cliffs above them. ”They’re not. Vicious things during the day, though. Moa’s are much easier to deal with…but their eggs are more difficult to swim with, I’d imagine.” It was an offering of advice, albeit a short one. By attempting to take an egg from an eagle, Olympus would be putting himself at greater risk – but saving himself trouble in the long run. It was what Sabaoth would have done, but in the end it would be up to the ebony brute to make his own decision. Soon enough the first half of the agoge would come to a close, and the participants would be making the swim back to Ina’mos to present their eggs to a warrior of their choosing.

There was a brief moment of silence where Sabaoth continued to study the cliffs, allowing himself to map out the easiest path to the summit, although he would never traverse it. Finally he turned back to Olympus, his head tilting a fraction as his words filled the silence. ”How has the agoge treated you?” He asked. He had seen very little of the twins since he’d arrived, and although it seemed as if they’d done well enough – or Olympus had at least, judging from his sound, healthy form – Sabaoth knew that such an event could be stressful. It was the first time the older generation of pups had been away from their home for such an extended period of time, and while it was certainly necessary, Sabaoth would not pretend that it was not hard on them.

TAG: Olympus
WORDS: 409
NOTES: Sorry it's so short >.< Just wanted to get something up for you finally.

[Olympus]

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Although the older male's offering of advice would have surprised the young male when he had been younger, instead Olympus nodded slowly and looked up at the wolf before him. He had first met the alpha's brother before the Agoge, before he had left with his brother and endured the torturous swim to the Vor'asa. He had been with Roka, a female that he had shamelessly flirted with and attempted to teach to fish before Sabaoth had arrived. He had instantly realized that the older male had already laid claim on the female and had backed off, for unlike his brother, Olympus held at least some respect for those of higher rank and age than he. The two wolves that now stood together in the darkness had an unusual relationship, though the young black wolf could not help but wonder if it was all one sided. Sure, Sabaoth had been somewhat kind to him - in Kairos standards, anyways - but he was unsure of whether or not it went any further than that.

He knew that he would have to bring whatever egg he found to one of the warriors of Kairos, and ideally that warrior would have been his father, Titan. But he had never met the male, nor did he hold a single ounce of respect for him. Even his mother, Zohartze, held a disdain for his father. But perhaps it was because he had left her, he had gone and not stayed at her side to raise the almost identical sons that he had produced. Sure, Olympus and his brother had made their mother's life hell as pups, but that was their job as youngsters. But with age, came maturity. At least for Olympus. He had said farewell to their mother, whom he did care for, unlike his brother. But respect had always been an interesting topic with Othrys. The twins had always shared a special bond, but beyond that, he had no doubt that his brother thought himself greater.

A small smirk crossed over the dark male's face as he thought of his twin. He adored his brother, but he did have to admit that he clearly had his faults. As did Olympus. But, of course, they were both plagued with the incurable narcissism that had followed them from birth. They were kings, in a world that was beneath them, but within Kairos he knew they would never be able to rule like they should. They would be unstoppable together, but he knew that this was never destined to be. For now, all he could focus on was the Agoge and his future in Kairos. He would return as a warrior, he would present his egg to a warrior and become a full member of the pack. No longer a youngster and much larger than when he had left the island of Ina'mos.

He would return as a giant, and a warrior. Who he presented his egg to, however, still remained a mystery. Titan was out of the question, and he had no doubt that he would have to stand in line to present it to Goliath. Then again, the father of his crush, Lilith, had never really been one on his list. Sure, he respected the leader of Kairos, but he had no desire to form any special bond with him. At least not currently. After all, Goliath never really hit him as a fatherly type, especially not to pups that belonged to his absentee right hand. Well, former right hand, anyways. Sabaoth had taken over the position that Titan had once held, and as Olympus looked over at the other male, he wondered what it would be like to present his egg to him instead. ”How has the agoge treated you?” The adult male's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and back to reality. "I will admit that I miss life back home. Things were so much easier as a pup." He said, ending his sentence with a laugh and almost rolled his eyes as well. Instead he closed them and shook his head.

That life was behind him. He had started to grow up from the instant his paws touched the waters on the edge of the Ina'mos. He had come to the Vor'asa to become an adult, a warrior, and he would return as just that. His life as a pup beside his mother and siblings was gone and he could never retrieve it. Neither could any of the other wolves that had come to the Agoge. It would change them all, and they would return better, or not at all. "Things will be different when we go home." The words were mostly thoughts said out loud, but he would not object to the other wolf's response to them. Would Sabaoth have felt the same way in his position? Olympus could not help but sit there and watch the pup inside of him slowly die, shrivel up and disappear to leave the somewhat serious wolf that now stood in the darkness beside his scarred elder. He still had his cocky personality and over-confident ego, but he knew that life would never be the same once he succeeded. And he would succeed, failure was never an option.

Words: 874
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: high
Notes: n/a

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[Sabaoth]

”I will admit that I miss life back home. Things were so much easier as a pup."

Sabaoth nodded, a short dip of his muzzle as he considered Olympus’ words. It was certainly not an easy task that the pups had been given, but a necessary one. It was a shock to be pushed so suddenly into the real world – and one that he understood perfectly well. He’d been young when he’d been forced to fend for himself; younger than all of the pups in the agoge, in fact. His isolation had not been planned, though. It had not been a show of strength when he’d been forced to swim for his life and survive from then on. Still, Sabaoth understood.

"Things will be different when we go home."

”That’s a bit of an understatement,” Sabaoth said with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced in the general direction of the shore. ”But yes, they will be. You’ll be warriors, and seen as adults now.” Suddenly Ina’mos would not be teeming to the brim with pups – but fresh, fierce soldiers ready to defend their home at the drop of a coin. Some of them were boundlessly ambitious, and Sabaoth could only wonder where it was that those would end up. Would they conquer endlessly in the name of Kairos until their names were as revered as Goliath’s? Kairos was destined to make history either way.

”After you’ve been granted the position of gladiator, you’ll have to decide which higher position you wish to be promoted to, and choose a mentor from that role.” He looked Olympus over, his mind flicking through the different positions as he considered the young brute’s size and stature. ”Have you given any thought to which position you’re interested in?”

No matter which he chose, Kairos’ ranks would swell heavily. Which each breeding season that passed, more young ones destined to be warriors would claw their way into the world. Kairos’ numbers would continue to grow, unstoppable; it was truly a glorious thing to consider.

TAG: Olympus 
WORDS: 340
NOTES: Suuuuper low muse for this ;-; I'm sorry