Post by Typhon on Nov 15, 2015 21:04:40 GMT -5
An exhausted wolf washed upon the shores of In'amos in the gray of dawn, soggy pelt dragging the immense creature down as he crawled onto the sand. A large egg dropped softly from his jaws onto the sand as well, leaving the brute free to pant as his chest heaved from the effort of swimming. Typhon did not remember his first swim being so hard on him, but he had been excited to venture off on his own for the first time. This time, it had been a task, and he had had to keep his egg safe in his jaws as he paddled through the rough waters. He knew it was an important part of his future, but that did not make it any easier.
Typhon composed himself quickly, knowing that he shouldn't waste any more time; the upper tier of the pack would be supervising many wolves as they broke their eggs, and Ty knew that Sabaoth would be disappointed if he was one of the last; after all, he and Lilith had set out first, and realistically they should have returned first. That probably was not the case, but it didn't matter now; he was home at last, and soon his fate would be decided.
With a mighty sound the young male shook his heavy pelt, flinging water from his fur with practiced grace. He was in no way dry, but at least some of the weight of the water had left him, and his aching muscles thanked him. Grimacing, the wolf took his egg back up in his jaws, hating the gritty feel of the sand and the sour taste of the ocean, but he did nothing to prevent it. This was what he deserved for leaving the egg in the sand and not stepping away when he half-dried himself, and he would suffer the unsavory consequences.
His paws shook slightly as he began through the sand, muscles fatigued but still holding him up. Typhon ignored the burning in his limbs, the stinging of his wounds received from Sabaoth and falling down the cliff after retrieving his egg. They were clean, for he had been grooming them as needed, but he could no longer focus on his injuries when he was so close to his future.
Down a familiar path he travelled, following the familiar scents of his family and pack through the trees until he reached an area very familiar to him--the dens in which he had been born and raised. Though his life had been short, the sights and sounds of then den and those around them brought back all of his memories, and he smiled as much as he could with the egg in his mouth. The faded scents of pups long gone were faint, but he could distinctly smell both Datura and Sabaoth in the air, the two wolves he was most eager to see now that he was home.
A soft patch of grass became a nest for his egg, somehow unbroken throughout all the trials he had taken it through, and Typhon breathed a sigh of relief after spitting sand from his tongue. Though he was immensely thirsty, the wolf stayed where he was, standing watch over his egg while glancing around, unsure if his relatives would come to him. Deciding not to leave it up to chance, he opened his mouth and barked out a series of calls in several directions before perking his ears in the silence that followed, hoping for a quick response.
Words || 591
Tags || Sabaoth, @datura
Notes || EGG BREAKY TIME. Sage I tagged momma because you said you wanted her to see. (:
Typhon composed himself quickly, knowing that he shouldn't waste any more time; the upper tier of the pack would be supervising many wolves as they broke their eggs, and Ty knew that Sabaoth would be disappointed if he was one of the last; after all, he and Lilith had set out first, and realistically they should have returned first. That probably was not the case, but it didn't matter now; he was home at last, and soon his fate would be decided.
With a mighty sound the young male shook his heavy pelt, flinging water from his fur with practiced grace. He was in no way dry, but at least some of the weight of the water had left him, and his aching muscles thanked him. Grimacing, the wolf took his egg back up in his jaws, hating the gritty feel of the sand and the sour taste of the ocean, but he did nothing to prevent it. This was what he deserved for leaving the egg in the sand and not stepping away when he half-dried himself, and he would suffer the unsavory consequences.
His paws shook slightly as he began through the sand, muscles fatigued but still holding him up. Typhon ignored the burning in his limbs, the stinging of his wounds received from Sabaoth and falling down the cliff after retrieving his egg. They were clean, for he had been grooming them as needed, but he could no longer focus on his injuries when he was so close to his future.
Down a familiar path he travelled, following the familiar scents of his family and pack through the trees until he reached an area very familiar to him--the dens in which he had been born and raised. Though his life had been short, the sights and sounds of then den and those around them brought back all of his memories, and he smiled as much as he could with the egg in his mouth. The faded scents of pups long gone were faint, but he could distinctly smell both Datura and Sabaoth in the air, the two wolves he was most eager to see now that he was home.
A soft patch of grass became a nest for his egg, somehow unbroken throughout all the trials he had taken it through, and Typhon breathed a sigh of relief after spitting sand from his tongue. Though he was immensely thirsty, the wolf stayed where he was, standing watch over his egg while glancing around, unsure if his relatives would come to him. Deciding not to leave it up to chance, he opened his mouth and barked out a series of calls in several directions before perking his ears in the silence that followed, hoping for a quick response.
Words || 591
Tags || Sabaoth, @datura
Notes || EGG BREAKY TIME. Sage I tagged momma because you said you wanted her to see. (: