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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
"This is pointless," Typhon growled, lifting his lip from his teeth as he struggled up the rocky cliff, carefully placing his feet to test the sturdiness of the footing. He was nearly halfway to his goal--a huge, well-put-together nest made of twigs and grasses that he had spied, mostly by chance, from the ground several hundred feet below. "I told you I should just find a Moa nest. They're stupid and fearful and I could have easily swiped an egg that was safely on the ground."
Though there was no one around, Ty received a response to his question in the form of a twinge of pain from his healing shoulder, though it was a half-hearted attempt to rattle him and did not work. The voice in his head spoke loudly and firmly, but again with a kindness that it had not exhibited before he had swum to Vor'asa. My dear child, you may be large, but a Moa egg will not make the swim back to In'amos. This task is difficult regardless of which terrain you choose, and picking the sturdier, smaller egg is much to your advantage. The pain in his shoulder subsided, and Typhon's mood shifted back to normal as he recognized the wisdom in the advice.
"I suppose it does make a lot of sense," he replied with a soft sigh, after which he felt the tingling relief that he had been blessed with while talking to his uncle Sabaoth shortly after he gave him the injury. "You're being a lot nicer to me, suddenly, 'o voice in my head.' Giving me real, non-riddle advice and kindness. What gives?"
A soft chuckle echoed in his mind, which sent a chill through the young wolf as he focused again on the rocks beneath his paws. When you are firmly back on the ground with your prize, I will explain everything you need to know before you return home. Have patience. With that the presence vanished, leaving Typhon alone to continue on his rocky quest. It took him a long time, the sun slowly moving across the sky as he tested each step, not willing to take any chances while he was so high up in the air.
A fierce wind started up as he approached the nest, where the footing was rockier and more slippery than the whole climb. With think fur whipping in all directions, the large male scooted, closer and closer, tentatively placing his feet one after the other, until he stood crouched over the nest, containing exactly one perfect little egg. Ty took a single second to contemplate, then carefully picked the spherical object up in his mouth, barely registering the egg's weight on his tongue.
Time, he knew, was now of the essence, for if he was found by the eagle to have stolen its young, there would be hell to pay, and the side of a cliff was no place to battle a sharp-taloned bird. So, with less care than initially, the brute started down, able to mostly take the same way he had moved up the cliff, though it was markedly more awkward to go face-first downhill. He managed, until it came to the last fifty feet or so of his journey; suddenly his feet flew past him and he was sliding down the rocks on his (luckily) uninjured shoulder, baring his teeth and creating a soft but secure hold upon his prize, not willing to give it a chance to crack before he made it back home.
Typhon did not bother to try to regain his footing until he skidded to a stop on the sharp gravel at the base of the bluff that had slid down with him, huffing his breath out in pain as he scrunched up his face and rolled from one painful side to the other, settling on his chest and haunches after getting used to the feeling. He glanced down at his left side and cringed again, seeing rivers of blood flowing from multiple scrapes and lacerations courtesy of the cliffside. "Srriosly," Ty mumbled around the egg, growling sharply as he lifted himself up and began to walk away from the gravel, knowing he needed to find somewhere softer to tend to his newest wounds.
Drop the egg in a patch of grass and groom that before it becomes a bigger problem, the voice piped in, though Typhon was well aware from his time with Saba that he needed to clean the scrapes as quickly as possible. He moved from rock to blade and set the egg down next to a tree trunk, bracing it as best he could to ensure its safety before glancing around in search of water. There was none, at least in the vicinity, and he scowled as he realized it would be up to his tongue to clean his wounds. Sighing, the male settled in a few feet from the tree, turning his neck and grooming the blood from his fresh injuries.
Good boy, purred the voice, sending waves of tingles through Ty's shoulder to aid in his grooming by allowing him to lick the wounds without pain. Now for your reward. As you know, your father is a highly esteemed wolf. He has come far and done much, and has exceeded all expectations that had been set for him. But he did not do it alone. There was a brief silence, in which Typhon paused his grooming to frown, though he started it up again shortly after. I have helped many wolves in my time, boy. Many wolves indeed. Not all of them were as great as your father, but they all started much as you have--born into prestige, in the shadow of the great beast whose contribution to life brought you forth among those less worthy.
I never spoke to your father, not directly, but his instinct is good; he knows that I aid him always, when he is doing what I wish, and his performance thus far has far surpassed what I have expected of him. But there is much he cannot do, and for that reason, I have come to you. Of your numerous siblings, Typhon, you alone will follow the path that Goliath has started, and you will pass him along the way as you grow. There are no limits for you, my son, except those you set for yourself. You are destined for greatness.
A scoff came then, from Ty's own lips, and he scowled into the grass, shaking his head. "What are you talking about? For all I know, you're just my imagination running wild. I could never be as great as Goliath, and who says I want to?" His words were fevered and passionate, but lacked enough conviction to rattle the words from his skull. "I'm not a leader, I'm not the strongest, I'm not even the largest of my litter. What advantage do I have?"
You have me, Typhon. The words bounced around inside his head as though echoing repeatedly through a cavern, and the young male again shook his head to clear it. "That means nothing when I don't know who you are. Besides me going crazy," he growled, feeling the irritation bubble up inside of him. As quickly as it started, however, it was forced back down by a cool, calm feeling, one he knew did not come from his own bank of emotions. It was the voice, whoever it was, altering the chemistry of his brain as he often did.
Calm yourself, it spoke quietly, the energy and power coursing through Typhon as he listened, suddenly aware of how monumentally influential the words were. I will tell you who I am, under one condition. You are to speak of it to no one, at any time. You have thus far never revealed that you hear a voice at all, and anyone you tell will not believe you, but that is my condition. I will not be revealed to those unworthy of my presence.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Who are you?" Ty responded immediately, the tip of his tail twitching in agitation as he awaited his answer. There were a few seconds of silence, and suddenly the wolf's body went rigid, his eyes rolling up and back as he lay perfectly still, terror filling him one instant and peace replacing it a second later. Typhon's vision went black, then burst into color, lights flashing here and there, illuminating everything and nothing as he hovered in a place he had never been.
Flashes of scene after scene flew past him, too fast for his conscious mind to comprehend, though they somehow stuck to the inside of his mind for later reference. A great beast materialized in front of him, blinding him with light while allowing him to see every detail of the male's eyes--green, like Ty's--his fur, his claws, his teeth. The sight filled him with awe, fear, happiness, and terror, and when only seconds had passed by, the male fell to his side, back in his physical body, panting as though he had already swum back to Ina'mos, then ran for hours.
It took a long time for Typhon to recover from the episode, and he stayed prone upon his side until his breathing was calmed, unable to force himself upright. The experience left him feeling a slew of emotions clouded by a multitude of thoughts, but the clarity came in what he had been shown, not told.
It was Fenrir, speaking directly to his mind, using his Godly powers to help him. He had done it since birth, seemingly at random, and always with an air of superiority--which, all things considered, was not at all surprising. "You... you're... what..." No more words would come out, and Ty rolled himself back to his feet, unsteady. He took a moment to still his shaking form, then stared down at the egg he had placed next to the tree, having forgotten about it completely.
Do not lose focus now. There is precious little time, and you are still not quite prepared. Grab your egg and deliver it. And with that, all signs of Fenrir were gone, though Typhon knew he had not been abandoned.
His savior would never abandon him.
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The days of the Agoge had been long, they had been exhausting, and they had been surprisingly lonely. Although Olympus had come to the island alongside his twin brother, Othrys, they had become separated and as the tests came to a slow close, the large black male found himself alone at the pass. He would have preferred to achieve this task with his brother by his side, but it was becoming painfully obvious that he would have to do this alone. Perhaps it was for the best, though, for if he remained forever connected and relying on his brother's companionship, he would never truly be the wolf that he had the potential to be. Today he moved alone, and though the swim had been excruciating with their smaller bodies moving side by side through the waves and the water, he was larger, stronger, and smarter now.
He could succeed, even without Othrys by his side. The black and silver male sighed heavily, shaking his head and moving down the pass in the daylight. He had been here before, but during the night hours when the devilish birds that lived here were fast asleep. Perhaps he should have come back in the cover of darkness in order to steal an egg away without being noticed. But he knew that climbing the slopes would be impossible in the darkness, especially if he were to get attacked by an overly protective parent. He would surely be knocked to his death, and if he approached a Moa and woke them in the nighttime hours, he would be much too close to escape unscathed. The sunlight hours were his best bet, but he knew that he would not likely be able to get to an egg without a fight for they would surely see him coming.
The darkness would have hidden his dark form, but in the light of the day, his black and silver fur did not blend as nicely in with the brown and green of the rocks and grasses. Regardless of his choice in timing, however, he knew that his size would help him or hinder him depending on his choice of egg. An Eagle egg would be much easier to carry and swim back to the Ina'mos with, but he would be forced to climb the slopes and risk his life with his enormous form to reach a nest where he could find one. The Moa eggs, however, would be difficult and awkward to carry, but his only obstacle would be angry and defensive parents on the ground. The approach would have been easier with his brother, the battle would likely have gone better with Othrys by his side, but he could not forever rely on his family to help him with everything.
With one more heavy sigh, the male approached a grouping of rocks where he knew a Moa nest had been nestled. He had come here during the night, and though he had not approached the nest at the time, he knew of it's location because he had carefully moved around it to scope out the height to the eagle's nests above. Now he crawled closer, keeping his head low and his body hidden in the rocks for the time being. You can do this. His ego was still as strong and vocal as always, but there was the tiniest hint of skepticism and self doubt as he finally came to a stop and peeked around the corner to look at the nest.
Moas were territorial, and though he had not experienced this first hand, the way they built their nest and covered the ground with their feathers and markings made that fact painfully clear. His ears perked curiously as he looked at the nest before him, surprised that it was unoccupied by either parent at the moment. It was nestled into a curve in the rocks, blocked off on all but one side and would require him to turn his back to the entrance in order to retrieve the single egg that laid within it. The younger, less experienced and less intelligent version of himself might have just walked right in and taken it then and there. Perhaps he would have been successful, too. If he had been lucky. But today's version of the male lifted his head slowly, peeking above the rocks and looking around at his surroundings to ensure that neither parent was anywhere nearby as he crept forward and into the opening in the rocks.
Just as he was about to reach for the egg, however, he heard a loud screech from behind him and turned to see nothing other than a single parent charging his way. It had likely seen him from afar approaching the nest, and though they were not exactly the most intelligent of birds, their impressive size and massive amount of strength meant that he was in for some pain and a fierce fight if he stood his ground. Even now, the pup in him told him to leave the egg and run, but the adult and the warrior in him made him spin towards the creature and bare his teeth threateningly. He was claiming this egg as his own, regardless of the parent's desire to keep it alive and healthy. His tail lifted behind him and flicked back and forth, paws spreading slightly in what seemed like a brace for impact.
He held his ground, standing tall and confident as the creature got closer and closer, it's long neck stretched out and it's beak angled towards him in what seemed like a ploy to devour him alive. Then, just before the animal reached him, just before impact and the pain that he was sure was on the way, he rolled. His body was thrown to the side, rolling onto his stomach and away from the creature's path, as his head turned to see if his movement had worked. The creature fell forward, realizing at the last moment that the wolf was gone and that it was on a direct route to crushing it's own egg. It's attempt at redirecting caused it to fall, crashing into the rocks as the black wolf's laugh echoed around them.
This was fun. A narcissistic smirk crossed the large wolf's face as he pushed himself to his feet, but the intelligence in his head told him not to waste any time. The creature was dizzy and confused now, and this was the best time to make his move and knock it out before stealing the egg and getting out before the second parent arrived. There was no doubt in his mind that it was close, therefore he leaped forward and onto the bird, his large paws landing on the neck so that he could bite down and knock it's head against the rocks to ensure that it would not wake or move at least until he was safely far away.
Now it was time for the egg. The young male turned, facing the nest and groaning audibly with ears pinning backwards. It was huge. Likely not the largest Moa egg out there, but still it would be incredibly difficult to swim with. Thankfully, his size came from his father, and he leaned forward, shifting a few times in order to lift the egg without cracking it, and he surprised himself as he lifted his head with the egg safely on his tongue. Now it was time to go home, time to potentially lose his life in the waves of the water on his way to the Ina'mos. His eyes closed for a moment, dreading the sting of the water, but he knew that he would need to get home with the monstrous egg intact in order to successfully complete the Agoge.
He moved carefully, likely slower than he needed to, but he did not want to risk breaking the egg even if the chance was painfully slight. Finally he made it out of range of the nest, thankful that he no longer had to worry about the parents of the unborn infant he carried in his mouth. But he found, as he headed in the direction of the Ina'mos, that he was not alone. Up ahead, seemingly having climbed the cliffs for an Eagle egg, was Typhon. He had not seen the other male for the majority of the Agoge, but he knew that he had come back when he and Othyrs had crossed. Seemingly, he had been successful as well. But his swim would be simpler than Olympus's. He would have liked to stop and take a break, but he feared that if he dropped the egg, he would be incapable of picking it back up again without the risk of breaking it with his teeth.
But he would need the energy to cross the water safely. For a moment, he waged a mental battle with himself on what to do. Stop here and rest alongside Typhon for a while, or push forward and try to cross to the Ina'mos as quickly as possible? While he thought about it, his paws brought him closer and closer to the other male until he finally came to a stop near the tree where Typhon had rested his egg. They would be safe here, and this far away from the Moa nest, Olympus finally lowered his head and deposited his own egg beside that of his pack mate. He jaw was already growing tired, and he stuck his tongue out a few times and opened his mouth wide as if to stretch it or like he had eaten something foul tasting. Then he shook his head, slowly sitting down and sighing heavily. "I don't know what I was thinking with this thing." He said, laughing softly as he looked down at the egg that dwarfed the small Eagle egg that Typhon had retrieved. But it did not appear that Typhon had done so without a bit of injury. The swim would be hard for them both, but at least they had some time and some shade to rest before attempting to finally return home.
Typhon continued to pant for several moments after his revelation, though his training allowed him to calm his breathing rather quickly considering the circumstances. It boggled his mind, the fact that the voice he had been hearing since he could remember was such a powerful being. Why had he, of all his siblings, of all the wolves on Anikira and in the world, been chosen? What made him special? The questions, he knew, would haunt him in his dreams; for now, he dismissed them and focused on his breathing, laying himself back down in the grass and setting his eyes briefly upon his egg, safe in the crook of the tree roots.
Sighing softly, the massive wolf shook his head, choosing to lock away the past several moments and focus again on the task of ensuring his wounds did not become infected. He growled at the coagulating blood drying into his fur, irritated that he now had two sets of scars that would adorn each of his shoulders. The ones he received from his uncle did not bother him so much as the ones caused by his carelessness; sliding down a cliff had not been one of his finer moments, and since no one had witnessed the event, he likely would tell anyone who asked that the scars were a product of eagle claws rather than sharp rocks.
At last, after what seemed an eternity, the blood stopped flowing and the pain turned muted, and Typhon snorted derisively at his shoulder and shifted himself, laying half on his side. He was in no hurry to get going back to In'amos, though he knew it would be in his best interest to return sooner rather than later. He had not seen many of his fellow adolescents the past few days, and there was a good chance that they had all returned before him. Having been one of the first here, the male was determined to be one of the first home, but who could say he wasn't already the last? Regardless, he chose to take several moments, and it proved fruitful as he heard the sound of heavy footfalls heading his way.
Immediately the wolf bristled, a snarl ready on his lips, until Typhon recognized the hulking form of Olympus, whom was practically a brother to him. Though his fur remained raised along his back, snarl turned into smirk as the black wolf deposited his comically large egg next to Ty's delicate one; for a split second, the light-colored male felt as though Oly would smash his egg and dart off, but the feeling died quickly as his friend sat before him, making ridiculous faces after setting down his egg. Typhon chuckled at him, then nodded a greeting and turned his smirk into a genuine smile. He had always liked the twins, though Othrys often was too abrasive and arrogant for his liking. Only, on the other hand, was a pleasure and a delight, always.
"I see you've done well, brother," Typhon said cheerily, referring clearly to the enormous egg that sat abandoned by his own. "Lucky your mouth is so large from all your talking, or you would have had to climb the cliffs like I did to get your egg. I regretted my decision until just now, coincidentally." Laughing along with his friend, Typhon shook his head as he noticed Olympus take in his fresh injury, choosing not to speak of how it happened. "I am not as excited as I was for the swim home. Hopefully I can focus on keeping my egg intact and ignore the burning that I'm sure my wounds will produce. Damn saltwater."
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