Changes have become too severe in Anikira, and the wolves have been temporarily relocated to the Anikiran Southern Isles. Things have grown dire and unlivable on the mainland; it was time for outside intervention. Please be sure to review the full update on the staff board for more information!
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
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. (:
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
A volley of barks echoed through the forest, startling a flock of sparrows and giving Sabaoth pause. He’d been in the process of stalking a particularly plump doe, hefting his weight carefully so as not to alert the creature to his presence, but all thoughts of hunting left him as he recognized the voice. Typhon, it seemed, had returned, and it was clear that he was calling to Sabaoth – likely to oversee the breaking of his egg. Sabaoth had done so once already for Erebos, though he did not like to dwell on the encounter, for his nephew’s cryptic warning still echoed in Sabaoth’s mind. For some time he had debated finding Erebos to demand answers, or perhaps even to go to his brother and real what he suspected…but then Sabaoth would doubt himself, his mind insisting that his nephew would not do a deed as dark as what the General was thinking. Perhaps he’d gone soft – it was no secret that he liked Erebos. But it was not something that Sabaoth would consider now.
Angling his body away from the scent of the doe, the dark male started off at a brisk trot, heading for the dens. While Typhon had not been the first to arrive, as he had been to leave, he was near enough to it; as far as Sabaoth knew, only Erebos and Lilith had beaten him. Regardless, the speed in which they returned was no competition, though Sabaoth had the feeling that the young ones might disagree.
Into the clearing he stepped, paws brushing aside dirt as he paused to glance around him. His gaze found Typhon easily enough; the green-eyed brute stood near a cluster of grass where his egg rested, the size of it suggesting that Typhon had opted for the eagles over the moas. Slowly the ebony-and-ivory behemoth approached, and as he moved, the breeze reached him, carrying with it a familiar scent: Typhon’s mother. Sabaoth did not know how near Datura was, or if she would step forward and make herself known to watch. Either way, he thought as he came to a halt before Typhon, barely able to stop a grin from spreading across his features.
”Nephew,” he said, voice losing its seriousness for a single moment as he added, ”I am glad to see that the eagles sent you home in one piece.” Eyes sparkling with restrained mischief, Sabaoth motioned to the egg with his muzzle, careful not to touch it as he glanced back towards Typhon. ”Break the egg, if you will, so that we both may see the contents. And after that, consume the creature inside.” Sabaoth could only hope that Typhon’s outcome would be positive. While the General did not place great severity upon the eggs and their outcomes, he found that he still wished for the best; there was always the possibility that the gods were watching, he supposed, and in the rare chance that they were, Sabaoth found that he would greatly prefer Typhon to finish the agoge with their favor.
After he let his voice loose in his homeland for the first time since leaving the Agoge, Typhon took a moment to glance around, keeping his egg between his front paws as he awaited a response. Sabaoth, he knew, would come to him partially out of duty and partially out of pride, but Datura would come only to watch and be happy for him. She was his mother, after all, and she had raised him to become the wolf he was; she should witness the foretelling of his future. But Datura had not shown her face, and a slight clenching in Ty's guy told him that he was upset with the fact.
Do not fear, Typhon, cooed the voice in his head, causing his drooping ears to perk even though he did not use them to hear this sound. She is near, and she will watch. Your mother has always been proud of you. A small, almost secret smile replaced the wolf's look of concern at the words, for he knew them to be true. If his mother did not wish to greet him, he would not push the matter, but her certainly wouldn't mind a reunion with her if she were up for one.
Huge paws hit the ground and caused his head to turn, his smile turning into a grin that matched that of his uncle's as he came into view. Ty and Saba had seen each other not long ago, but it was always a pleasure when they met, and the General was the one who would oversee the breaking of his egg, leaving the young male free to go about greeting everyone he missed while he was gone.
"I didn't get away unscathed," the adolescent said with a chuckle, showing Sabaoth the shoulder that he had scraped along the sharp rocks as he fell after retrieving his egg. "But I'm still in one piece, thanks to my training with you, Saba." Grateful was his tone as he spoke, and full of meaning and love for his uncle, though he tried not to show too much. It didn't matter; Datura knew that he and Sabaoth were close, and she was the only other wolf nearby, but Ty knew his uncle was not the type to accept such things easily. The two wolves knew how each other felt, and that was what mattered.
When he was told to break the egg, the young wolf quirked the side of his mouth in an odd expression. "Seems odd, that I took so much care in getting the egg here only to smash it in the end," he said softly, a bitter note to his voice. Without any more hesitation, however, he placed a gigantic paw upon the egg and pressed down, using only a small amount of pressure to nearly smash the eagle egg completely. When he lifted his foot, the shell had not fallen apart as he expected, and he used his incisors to peel away the top few pieces.
When he lifted his head slightly free of the egg again, he looked down at the product and back up at his uncle, hunched slightly as he confirmed with Sabaoth that the elder wolf had seen the chick as well. It was fully formed, an ugly, naked thing covered in a sticky membrane, but it did not move as Typhon assumed it would. Perhaps it had been jarred too much by the swim? Either way, the young wolf could not quite remember what the ideal outcome was, and so he waited one second more before opening his jaws and taking the disgusting chick in his mouth, swallowing the morsel whole.
Typhon made a face of disgust as he licked his lips, wondering whether Sabaoth would allow him to get a drink of water. There was a stream nearby, almost within sight, but he did not dare move for fear of disrespecting the ceremony of the egg breaking. "Sabaoth," he said quietly, his tone implying that he wished to know his fate but did not want to ask.
Words || 697 Tags || Sabaoth, @datura Notes || Eww
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
While Sabaoth may not have readily admitted it, the scarred brute was glad to see that his time spent training Typhon had done the younger male some good. A year ago Sabaoth had been wandering the world on his own, consumed by his grief and anger, sure that he would never amount to anything more than a monster. But now…now he was home, with his siblings all alive, with mates and pups and more family that he could count. And somehow, someway, he was making a difference in the lives of those he encountered. He would be proud to see Typhon grow and learn further – almost as proud as if the boy were his own son.
”Seems odd, that I took so much care in getting the egg here only to smash it in the end.”
Sabaoth’s lips quirked upwards into a grizzled smile, but a moment later it faded as Typhon moved to crush the egg beneath his paw with a gentle cracking noise. Sabaoth waited silently as the brute pulled away the shell from his fractured egg, nosing it aside to reveal the innards to the General standing just before him. Sabaoth leaned forward, craning his head to get a better look, pale eyes flashing as he took in the sight of the ugly creature, still but complete in its growth. Immediately the words detailing the outcome of this fate came to him, and Sabaoth did not bother to hide the flicker of relief that flashed across his gaze as Typhon consumed his destiny personified.
His name, spoken softly but almost urgently, made Sabaoth lift his gaze to Typhon’s, ice blue meeting shimmering green. ”You are unquestionably favored by the gods,” he said, his voice strong and controlled. This was a very significant moment in Typhon’s life, Sabaoth knew, and he would be careful to handle it with utmost grace. If, of course, a towering monster could exhibit grace. ”Your life will be full of meaning, and will inevitably lead to greatness. It will be a huge responsibility…but you will bare it well, Typhon.” The last part was not necessarily guaranteed by the carcass of the chick; it was possible that the expectations placed upon the shoulders of a wolf with this outcome might be too much. But Sabaoth knew Typhon very well, and there was no question in the General’s mind. Typhon would be great, and Sabaoth would be damned if he did not stick around to see it.
”Congratulations,” he said, his voice just a fraction less formal now, tinted with well wishes and pride. ”You have completed the agoge, practically unscathed – though I think scars add to the whole rugged warrior effect, if I do say so myself – and you are now granted a position of Gladiator.” He bowed his head just slightly, respectfully acknowledging Typhon’s success both as a General, and as an uncle. ”You will need to choose a mentor, eventually, to guide you towards whatever position you wish to obtain in the future.”
Worry shone behind his emerald eyes as Typhon waited with as much patience as he could muster, which, it turns out, was more than he expected. Silence reigned only for a few seconds, but to the young wolf it seemed an eternity, and when at last his uncle's voice filtered through his ears again, his entire body seemed to sag slightly into relaxation. Sabaoth's cold blue eyes were warmer now than they had ever been when speaking to Typhon, and the adolescent was immediately soothed by the words that came to his ears.
Unquestionably favored by the gods, Ty thought silently, the words repeating over and over in his head, nearly drowning out the rest of what Sabaoth was saying. In his heart of hearts, the male had always known, but to hear such confirmation based on his trials at the Agoge was something else entirely, and the warmth from his uncle's eyes spread throughout Typhon's entire body in the form of pride. Pride for himself, of course, but also pride for Kairos. The empire his father had raised was now that much stronger, with the wolves returning from the Agoge and even more setting out after them.
It wouldn't be long before he set off again himself, not for another trial, but for a conquest. Valyn would fall for him as Descai had fallen for Goliath, and after that... perhaps there was more for him elsewhere. But those were thoughts for another day, as his exhausted mind was not ready for such talk. "Thank you, Uncle," Typhon said softly, resisting the urge to cast his eyes down in a mixture of proud embarrassment. His teeth were bared in a small but fierce grin, and he nodded vigorously. "I'm not sure I could ever look as rugged as you, Saba, but I bet I could pull it off after a few more spars with you."
A soft laugh followed, during which Typhon turned his head to spy his mother, at last catching sight of her, though he had known she was there watching. Sabaoth's last words registered to him, but the young wolf, tired and preoccupied, could not bring himself to offer a response worth saying. So he took a moment, eyes trained upon Datura, and said at last, "I think for now, Uncle... I have other matters," before turning briefly back to the scarred brute, nodding his head thanks, and stepping away from him and toward the tiny she-wolf.
"Mother," he breathed softly, feeling more relaxed speaking to her than he had after Sabaoth had revealed his fate, "How I have missed you." There was a pause after his words, in which Typhon stilled his feet and simply stared. He was unsure of whether or not Datura would want him to fully express his joy in seeing her, as she had never shown much in the way of emotion unless they were alone, as was her duty. So instead of rushing to her as he wished, the wolf crouched low to the ground, his head laid upon his paws so that he could, for the first time since puphood, stare up at the beautiful creature that had shaped him.
"Did... you miss me?" he asked quietly, his voice catching for only a moment to further demonstrate his uncertainty. Surely Datura was happy to have him back? She had come to see him complete his task, after all.
[attr="class","pltxt"]There was something of inexpressible beauty in watching all of one’s carefully laid plans come to fruition – dreams and ambitions sprung to life, accompanied by a satisfaction for knowing everything has happened because of the hard work required. She cared for all of her children, but Typhon had always stood out amongst them all. He was one of the largest, and he had long displayed the attributes of a powerful wolf, a leader amongst his unruly siblings. Each day, Datura waited for their return, eagerly anticipating each success, but today, she was especially pleased to hear who had come back to Ina’mos. It would be the end of his days in the Agoge – the conclusion of his childhood, the finality of innocence lost for the sake of adulthood. Under the watchful guidance of his uncle, Typhon had blossomed – even from the distance she kept from the two males as they cracked the eagle’s egg, Datura could see that the two had formed a bond during the months of training.
Typhon looked so different – bulky and muscular, littered with bloody marks to prove his deeds. It was the end of an era, but it was the beginning of her son’s new life as a warrior for his father’s pack. It was the start of what was certain to be a fabled life of strength and power – Typhon, son of Datura and Goliath, prince of Kairos. The future was his to claim, limitless and filled with promise. He had the capacity to become something great, as his conqueror father had done before him. And yet, there was something that distinguished Typhon from Goliath. Even as he aged, Typhon had remained steadfastly loyal to his mother, capable of empathy that was quite unusual for males. While it could prove to be a disadvantage in the field of battle – after all, one cannot conquer if one feels guilty for doing so – it was still endearing to Datura, though she could not admit so aloud.
When the eggshells were removed and the mystery revealed, Datura sighed a private sigh of relief. She knew that Typhon was special. Now she had the proof, a sign from the gods that her son was a chosen one. ”Of course,” she whispered to herself with a pleased grin. The she-wolf did not expect her presence to be acknowledged. After all, Lilith had barely glanced in her direction when it was her ceremonious turn. So when Typhon turned and hurried to where she was observing, Datura blinked in rapid succession, as if she could not believe her eyes. "Mother. How I have missed you." He was so tall now, it took concerted effort on his part to meet eye to eye. His green eyes were a relic of an ancestor that was long dead before Typhon’s birth. "Did... you miss me?"
A part of Datura wished she could cuddle him closer, as she had when he was an infant. But he was practically an adult and comically large compared to his diminutive dam.”I am certain that you’re more confident then this after what you have endured.” She cast her son a clandestine smile. He knew that he shouldn’t react with affection, but Datura was aware he still wished he could. She leaned closer to bump her snout gently against Typhon’s ebony nostrils. ”It wasn’t the same without you here, son. I know you are not likely to remain on Ina’mos for long. The world out there is waiting for you.”
”When you were younger and just a tiny thing, I would imagine what you would be like when you were grown. You have always made me proud to be your mother, Typhon, but never so much as on this day. But I knew you would succeed.”
Typhon eagerly awaited his mother's response, staring up balefully at her and keeping a small, tentative smile on his face. She was so beautiful, his dear mother, full of grace and tact, and he could not help but love her for every part of her personality. It was that love that tied him to Kairos more than anything else, even his duty toward his father; it was Datura who had raised him, instilled in him the values that he held dear to his heart. She and Sabaoth had shaped him entirely, and he would forever care for the both of them.
But deeper than his bond with Sabaoth was his bond with his mother, and it would always be so. When she smiled down at him and bumped her nose against his, it was almost more than he could handle. The young would gathered himself up and nearly hurled himself toward the minuscule female, wrapping his body around hers and tucking his chin underneath her own. It was awkward to hold, but Typhon was determined to show his mother exactly how much he appreciated her and her words in that moment, and the easiest way was to display it physically.
"Your words are more than I deserve, mother, but I thank you for them," he whispered, his tone chock full of gratitude. "Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for raising me to become a wolf you can be proud of." As he spoke, the male untwined himself from his mother and sat back down before her, nuzzling the side of her face momentarily with his immense muzzle and pulling back to smile radiantly at her. His green eyes sparkled with thanks and a myriad of other emotions as he simply watched her, his tail wagging back and forth against the ground behind him.
"It's hard to believe I was ever so small," he said with a chuckle, glancing down at his massive paws as though he were embarrassed by his size. "Kairos is full of giants, and those who aren't giant are incredibly small. Is there no in between?" Typhon thought briefly that he would like to meet a wolf of average size, as opposed to those who were ridiculously large or small. "Perhaps I will need to travel further than the shore to see the average wolf."
He had not thought of exploring since he first set out for Vor'asa to begin the Agoge, and thinking back to that day brought another idea to the forefront of his mind, one he had been meaning to mention to his mother. "Coincidentally..." he said in a light tone, turning his eyes up to glance casually at her. "What do you think Goliath would think of having a little extra land to call his own?" Though his tone was delicate, there was much implication in the words, and Typhon let his ears droop slightly, concerned that his mother would not take kindly to his desire to conquer another land in the name of Kairos. If she did not approve of his ambition, he would find a way to quash it.
Words || 538 Tags || @datura Notes || Ooooooooh
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
"Your words are more than I deserve, mother, but I thank you for them. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for raising me to become a wolf you can be proud of." Datura had never been especially affectionate with her offspring – she was far from heartless and seldom cold toward her young, but her own childhood had been devoid of closeness. The love she felt toward her pups from the day they were born was something she had not expected and could not explain. As Typhon spoke, filling the space between son and mother, Datura felt proud – not only of Typhon, but of herself. She had worked tirelessly to care for her pups. She saw to it that few Kairos young hadn’t survived their first six months. In fact, only one pup had been lost, along with the brood that Kiva had dashed away with. Typhon was a comfort to her now, after the months of staying mostly to herself, seeing very little of her mate. With a gentle sigh, she allowed herself to relax. ”You have earned your praise. The Agoge is not meant to be easy or comfortable, but you persevered.”
"It's hard to believe I was ever so small. Kairos is full of giants, and those who aren't giant are incredibly small. Is there no in between?" Datura offered a raw laugh at her son’s insinuation, rather amused that in spite of his strength and training, he had so little experience with the outside world. ”Yes, there are wolves of every shape and size out there. I had never realized how small I was until I met Goliath.” Typhon spoke again, and Datura could not help but marvel at how deep his voice had become in his absence. "Perhaps I will need to travel further than the shore to see the average wolf." The she-wolf merely nodded in response. She knew he was not destined to remain on the island long, but she would relish the brief time she had with her son before he left. Anikira was a large island. Typhon had much to see and explore still.
"Coincidentally, what do you think Goliath would think of having a little extra land to call his own?" A single delicate eyebrow arched curiously as her son spoke. Already, Kairos had laid claim to three territories – Ina’mos was the first, and would undoubtedly remain Datura’s home for the rest of her life, followed by Vor’asa, a place that Typhon was now intimately familiar with, after the months he had suffered and toiled among the sand dunes and cliffs. The final was Acerbus, as yet unused by the pack, but a valuable piece of land regardless. It was not entirely surprising to hear Typhon’s vague question. He was his father’s son after all, it seemed – insatiable for what the world could offer to a wolf courageous enough to seize it. ”A pack’s most valuable assets are its youth and its territorial claims, for they are both the future. I have always believed that a large pack deserves large spaces to hunt and to live.”
She paused, unable to suppress a growing smile as she imagined what her son was capable of. Datura already knew that Typhon could accomplish great things – that he would do great things, so that his name would be infamous across the island of Anikira. Generations to come would speak of Typhon. Of this, Datura was certain. ”You will not be expected to remain here. The Kairos Empire is vast, but there is always room for growth.” Datura could not guess what her mate would think about their son’s evolving aspirations, but the Matriarch would support Typhon in his endeavors.
The relaxation that radiated now from his mother pleased Typhon to no end; she always held herself somewhat stiff, needing to be strong and sturdy for Kairos, but she chose in his presence to drop that and be herself. Datura was strong, there was no denying, but putting up a front always must have been so taxing upon her, and with Goliath having so much responsibility, she was likely unable to let herself relax with any wolves around--and there were always wolves around. Though he knew she loved all of her children, Ty chose to believe that his mother held him in a special place where none of her other offspring could ever fit, just as he held her in his own place of honor in his heart.
"I believe the word that makes the most sense is survived," Typhon joked, shaking his head briefly, his tail still wagging on the ground behind him. "It's amazing any of us came back from that dreadful island. Though the scenery was quite beautiful in the mornings." Green eyes sparkled with remembrance of his rare mornings spent watching the sunrise over the subtly different terrain of Vor'asa, how the sun somehow felt warmer and seemed brighter than it did here at home. "I wouldn't trade Ina'mos for the world, though, unless I could take you with me."
A small but dazzling smile graced his face then, and he resisted curling back up around his mother once more. She had shown him her affection, and he had done the same; if she wanted to embrace him again, she would have to initiate it, for he was constantly afraid that his attention would be unwarranted (despite the fact that she had never once truly turned him away). Mention of Datura's life before Goliath came then, and the young wolf blossomed with curiousity about his mother's past. "Whatever did you do, mum, before you met father?" he asked, unintentionally using his affectionate moniker for her and formal one for the beast who had sired him.
In response to his vague question, Datura had given a specific answer but asked no questions, which did not much surprise him, but rather disappointed him only slightly. She had not, at least, shut down his idea, and so he would continue to speak of it until she did, for he very much needed his mother's approval in order to go forward with his plan. Ultimately it was Goliath who would approve or deny his request, but what mattered more to Typhon was this moment. "I don't know that I plan to leave," he added, glancing away from Datura momentarily as though to gather his thoughts, "But I do think it would benefit Goliath--and all of Kairos, naturally--to simply control all of Tas'lea. There seems no reason to me that the Agoge shouldn't encompass the whole of the island, and I fail to see how a pack full of dainty females could--"
Immediately the young wolf stopped speak, flattening his ears to the side of his head and lowering his chin nearly to the ground, as though cowering before his mother as he looked up at her. "Sorry. That's not what I meant," he said quickly, bracing himself for the wrath of his mother at his insolent tone but rushing on with his words just in case it would make a difference. "I only mean that, compared to the beasts of Kairos, no one would have a chance of holding their own, especially since Valyn is not a land of giants." Embarrassed and slightly terrified of what his mother would do, Typhon held his subordinate pose, prepared to roll over onto his back and expose his belly if he had truly earned her rage.
Words || 655 Tags || @datura Notes || Oh lordy Typhon that was stupid
Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
The moment would soon end, as most things did, and while a part of Datura worried what others might think if they spied them, she didn’t try to move away. How long had it been since another wolf had been this close? Zohartze hadn’t been the same for months, growing distance. Datura was too independent of a female to admit her loneliness, but it was a comfort to have Typhon back again, if only for a short while. "I believe the word that makes the most sense is survived. It's amazing any of us came back from that dreadful island. Though the scenery was quite beautiful in the mornings."”Fair enough, you survived,” she conceded with the hint of a laugh on her lips. She knew the task was meant to be difficult. Some would never finish their journey, or they would lose their courage and abandon the cause. The Agoge served to weed out the strong from the unworthy, those deemed unfit for the soldier class of Kairos. Typhon was among the chosen, yet there was an aspect of his personality that remained gentle. He was caring in ways his father never could be, with so many responsibilities and mouths to feed. "I wouldn't trade Ina'mos for the world, though, unless I could take you with me." Datura laughed to herself. Typhon would undoubtedly make a fine mate to a female someday.
”Whatever did you do, mum, before you met father?" For a lingering moment, Datura said nothing. She didn’t move, considering whether or not she should respond at all to her son’s curiosity. No one save Goliath knew about her past – the humans that had chased her, the mainland of Africa, things that Typhon would never have to experience or worry about. They were blessed to live in a place devoid of the two-legged nuisances she had seen in her younger years. She would not speak of her earliest years. ”I traveled with my family before I met Goliath. We were not quite a pack, though my father called himself an alpha. Compared to Kairos, they were nothing. They are all dead now, if that is any indication. Life began the day I met Goliath, before Kairos and everything that you have known. In the beginning, it was only your father and me.” None of her other pups had asked about her life before their births. It was just as well. Datura wouldn’t share the same secrets with the others. Typhon was trustworthy – another attribute that made Datura pleased to be his mother.
"I don't know that I plan to leave. But I do think it would benefit Goliath--and all of Kairos, naturally--to simply control all of Tas'lea. There seems no reason to me that the Agoge shouldn't encompass the whole of the island, and I fail to see how a pack full of dainty females could--" As soon as the words had left his tongue, Typhon seemed to second guess what he said about the enemy pack, Valyn – or rather, what he had inadvertently said about the opposite sex. Datura was not a wolfess prone to unnecessary outrage; this would not offend Datura. Kairos had calmed her down, evened her temper – that is, until it was breeding season again, but thoughts of that chaos were far off. Typhon continued: "Sorry. That's not what I meant. I only mean that, compared to the beasts of Kairos, no one would have a chance of holding their own, especially since Valyn is not a land of giants."
Her visage adopted a more serious expression as she saw his reaction – even before Datura had spoken, Typhon was apologetic. The months spent in misery in the Agoge had not helped his confidence as much as she had hoped, and while she was overjoyed to see him again, Datura knew she could not coddle him any longer. He had to learn to be confident in his own decision-making. He wasn’t a child anymore, and he had more potential than even Typhon himself seemed to realize. He was powerful, whether or not he fully understood that fact yet. He had never seen the world beyond: the weak wolves, the cowards, all those waiting to be conquered – waiting for a wolf like Typhon. She nipped his neck as she had when he was a misbehaving pup. ”Don’t behave this way for anyone, Typhon. You are a Gladiator now.”
”As for Tas’alea, I once visited the border between the jungle territory and the neutral lands. It was the day that I found Onyx, abandoned by the same pack you speak of, still helpless and left to die. Any pack that would cast out its own without cause is a failure.” Her expression remained hardened as she remembered – a strong male pup, with no mother in sight, and no name due to his careless parents.
Hearing of his mother's past, however vague, was something that Typhon felt honored about; it was clear from the way she spoke that she had not often said such words, but it seemed to him as well that she was not exactly telling him everything. Not that he would weasel it out of her, but he was insanely curious as to the actual details. Datura claimed that her life had not truly begun until she met Goliath, but that could not be true; great as his father was, there must had been something that helped develop his dear mother into the fierce and powerful she-wolf she was.
Regardless, he took her words and locked them away, as he did with all information he deemed important. Anything he could learn about his mother was dear to him, as she was the most important wolf in his life. He hoped she always would be, for there did not seem to be a creature out there that came close to deserving the honor. That was why, when she nipped at his neck to reprimand him, it hurt more than the delicate, barely-there grazing of her teeth on his skin. Datura was not pleased with the way he had shrunk himself in shame, annoyed that he would feel bad for saying something that could have offended her.
He understood, of course, that he should back up his statements by not apologizing for them. There was no reason for a wolf his size, with his skills--developing though they were--to be apologizing to anyone, even his mother. But it had worried him that he might offend his dearest relative, and he had reacted out of instinct instead of thinking through his actions. Having learned his lesson, the young male lifted himself from the ground, his head reaching full height again as he sat up to once again tower over his mother, though he did not do so in order to make her feel small. Rather he did it because she expected it of him; a warrior must always stand tall, he had learned, and she would rather he do so than not.
Curiously, he turned his head to the side as she spoke of his adopted brother, whom he had only spoken to once--when they had met at the Agoge, only a few short weeks ago. The dark male had been naive but not completely foolish, and he learned quickly; Typhon would not consider him a brother yet, but hearing of his origin and how Datura had saved him brought perspective to the male in Ty's eyes. The thought of anyone abandoning a helpless pup brought unbidden rage to his mind, and the fur along his shoulders raised almost against his will, his expression hardening in response to Datura's short story.
"Onyx mentioned that you saved him, but neglected to tell me the details," he said quietly, a dull but clear heat to his words as he fought to keep his anger under control. Typhon had not known how much he cherished the lives of innocence that pups truly were, but it was becoming clear to him that they would always have a place in his heart, and that he would defend them always. Clearly he could not have defended Onyx--they were the same age, after all--but there was no reason he could not retroactively make up for what his excuse of a family had done to him.
For a while, he remained silent, as though stewing in his feelings and determining how to expel them. "I am a little ashamed of the way I treated Onyx, at the Agoge," he said after a moment, glancing over to the dens where he and Onyx had both grown up, trying to recall if they had even interacted before recently. "Regardless of how he presented himself. I do believe I have found yet another reason, however, to take Kal'dyne for Kairos. Any pack willing to throw out a pup, one who clearly has nothing wrong, is a pack that does not deserve to call any land home. I will run Valyn out of the jungle if it's the last thing I do." The quiet fervor that pervaded his voice became louder as he spoke, but he did not shout; shouting would have only shown his inexperience. No, he would keep a cool head, and that would be what helped him achieve his goal of pushing an unworthy pack from its homeland.
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