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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
For the second time that day, Typhon found his fur dripping with water--at least this time, it was only his legs that had been saturated, and not his entire body. This cavern had been a pain to find, but it was the last place the Kairos wolves needed to inspect before they could claim Kal'dyne as their own. Goliath already ruled three separate territories, and taking over Valyn's lands was but a small victory, but it was a score none-the-less.
Perhaps more important than the lands was the fact that Ty was finally able to realize just how ambitious he was, and that it was paying off. This was a huge win for the young wolf, and indeed all of the wolves he had brought with him; in particular, it was impressive for the two miniature females--Inara, and Fawn, with whom he was currently. The small female was much like Inara, but the two had starkly different personalities despite their spunky natures and matching determination. At least, that was what he had gathered so far. Truthfully, he had not spent very much time with either female, which was why he had chosen them to accompany him personally, as opposed to trailing along after Lilith.
"Have you ever seen anything like this, Fawn?" Typhon asked his companion as he ventured out of the water and onto the slick, smooth stone that was the floor of the cavern. It was short, but he still easily rose to his full height within it, and the dimly-lit cave spread out before them as thought endless. Perhaps it was the misleading reflections along the shiny walls, or perhaps he was simply becoming delusional. Either way, the gargantuan wolf was impressed. "The rest of this land is nothing special, but this... this is a place I would like to explore thoroughly."
And so he did, moving carefully through the immense structure with slow, measured steps, stopping to look around each corner and stalactite that he happened upon. There had to be a secret hidden here, tucked away behind water-hewn rock formations, and the wolf was determined to find it. Perhaps there were wolves hiding here? It seemed an excellent place to stow away, considering the trouble it had taken for the trespassers to find it.
"Nothing so far. Have you caught scent of anyone?" Typhon called over his shoulder, glancing back at the delicate she-wolf behind him. They had talked little since the swim, but Ty was not overly concerned about that; there was plenty of time for the two to get to know each other, if that was something the small female wished. The male's focus, for the most part, was on claiming the lands of Valyn instead for Kairos.
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Male | Adolescent | Kenai Penninsula Dominant | Kairos Emperor
The sanctity of the dens had been one of the few untouched places within the boundaries of Valyn's pack lands. Wherever these giant younglings were coming from, they sure bred them large. It was only a matter of time before the brats attempted to descend upon the dens, and Valeria would make her stand there, if it was the last breath she drew.
The borders of Valyn had been breached. It seemed like the mongrels were festering through the wounds of a tired pack, their younglings seeping like pus into the very heart of her pack lands. It was pathetic, really. The pack could not bother to send their warriors, and instead sent their children to do the dirty work. It was the work of a coward, an alpha who would rather send wolves hardly a year in age to fight the neighboring pack than spare any of the elders. What they did not realize was this pack was filled with seasoned females; they dared not underestimate the strength of Valyn, for what they lacked in numbers, they made up in skill and ruthlessness. There was nothing more dangerous than a mother fighting to protect her home, and that was exactly what Valeria intended to do.
"You have quite some nerve, young one," the words dripped with venom from between the alphess's bared teeth, her hulking form drawn out from the shadows that kept her under cover. "To enter the very center of my pack lands with your filthy paws, that is a daring feat, indeed." The murder in her eyes was enough to send the squeamish running, while the blood in the mackenzie valley female boiled at the very sight of the brute. "It figures he would send someone here eventually." Golden eyes narrowed at the mongrel, her body quivering with the anticipation of a fight with the little male. The brute had some size on her; this was true. However, one did not brave the wilds of Kal'dyne without having nerves of steel and the cunning of the wild cats that prowled the very core of the jungle. She was a mother who was not to be tampered with, and this male was challenging the very essence of her being by his presence in the dens.
"You will explore this place over my dead body," she bit out flatly, her hackles risen as her lip curled dangerously. "Proceed with caution, boy. You mess with my pack lands, and you are asking for far more than just little me."
He moved across the earth like a demon freshly released from the fiery gates of hell. His paws thudded loudly in the silence, icy blue eyes alight with pure, undiluted energy as he ran. His pelt was still slick from the swim, just barely – it had been some time since he’d washed up on Tas’alea, and he was now crossing fearlessly into Valyn territory. Their scent markers were weak, pathetic, and as he ran a smirk spread across Sabaoth’s maw. If he had not known better, he might have thought this place was already abandoned, left to its own devices by the femme who laughingly referred to herself as an alphess. A leader did not allow their numbers to fall; she would learn of her mistakes on this day.
It was easy enough to follow Typhon’s scent, and it lead him directly to a gaping cavern that Sabaoth did not hesitate to plunge into. He’d spent enough time as of late in the dens upon Ina’mos with Roka and his children, and so the confines of the stone walls no longer bothered him. Onwards he went, deeper and deeper until a plethora of scents reached him: Typhon, Fawn, and another he did not recognize, but a moment later the mystery revealed itself as a voice rang out with anger and scorn.
From the shadows he stepped, a grating laugh sliding from between his lips as he gazed upon Valeria. He’d learned what he could about her before accompanying Typhon, and she was as unimpressing as he assumed she would be, even in her fury.
”Ah, but my dear. It seems as if you expected no consequences to come of your actions,” Sabaoth purred, coming to stand just slightly behind Typhon, a show of support that would not rob his nephew of his glory. He was correct in assuming the third scent had belonged to Fawn; her dappled pelt was visible from the corner of his gaze. ”How terribly embarrassing. You see, you cannot let a pack fester and rot, numbers dwindling pathetically, all word of them lost on the winds, and expect others to turn a blind eye to the…ah, opportunity.” His pale eyes roved over the young hulk of a femme, clearly mocking despite the easy calm of his voice. ”You picked your den, and now you will lay in it.”
His gaze slid fully to Fawn now, his niece birthed by Goliath’s Consort, Messoria. She was so small, so delicate, but she’d bravely volunteered to conquest. His grin arched higher at the sight of her, and then he was turning away, heavy gaze landing once more upon Valeria.
”You must understand why your threats are not quite as imposing as you may have wished, Valeria, for you have allowed Valyn’s numbers to fall. No one even disturbed me on my stroll through your lands to get here.” He shook his head slowly, his gaze alight with energy as he glanced towards Typhon, muttering, ”A pity.” His muscles were taut and ready, his blood singing for battle, his desire for war beating like a drum. Sabaoth was no greenling; he was a seasoned brute, and he spoke the language of violence quite fluently. Blood would be spilled soon, and Kairos’ General could not wait to taste it.
A mountain of fur and muscle stalked through the thickets of the jungle, skulking after the rogue scent trails that drove further into the heart of Valyn's home. It was only a matter of time before he caught up to the strangers, and Mother would not be pleased that he allowed them to move forward so far without intervening. It would not be a good day within the pack if he failed; Levi himself would not allow failure. It was with a disheartening moment that the male realized exactly where the path was headed; their dens. Surely Mother would be inside; unlike the other females, she tended to stay close within the center of the pack's home, while the others found themselves more comfortable scattered throughout the forest unless duty called. He would not allow Mother to face these strangers alone, particularly not with the multitude of young wolves trickling through their borders. Whoever sent them had numbers, that was for certain. But they had the familiarity with the territory, and that was its own advantage.
It was to the male's surprise that he found not one, but two males within the very dens of the pack, sneering their threats at Mother... They were threatening Mother, and this simply could not be. Leviathan did not understand what drove him to speak up on her behalf, but he would not remain idle and silent in the face of a threat. "You see, brute, I would not say undisturbed as much as not confronted," Levi crooned calmly, his blue and golden eyes probing the scarred male's with intrigue. "For you are not unnoticed. Welcome to the very heart of our dens, where you clearly are not welcome." The male glanced briefly to Mother, an unspoken moment passing between them. Words did not need to announce what would happen if he were to fail. He had hoped for a moment to prove his worth to the pack; the other females clearly doubted that he had any use to them whatsoever. He was strong, and he showed no fear in the face of confrontation; those two alone would bring even the most confident of wolves pause.
Levi may not have felt fear, but he was no fool. He knew that his mother would not be able to confront two wolves on her own, and it was likely that the others would trickle in at the sign of danger as well. The females were prone to wandering throughout the forest on their own terms, particularly since the pups were born within Valyn. Yet Levi had no doubts that they were strong. Mother would not allow the pack to fall; she was strong than that. They all were stronger than that.
"I do believe that Mother has asked you to leave. Take heed, and go home. You are not welcome here."
This was exciting!! The spotted female's heart pounded in anticipation of what this adventure would be like. Yes it wouldn't be all fun and games but she was honored to be asked to join the conquest by her brother along with several others, including Inara. Which frankly surprised her, not because she didn't think the female was worthy but because Ty and the older female didn't get along exceptionally. She liked Inara and was pleased to have another female involved.
Exploration was one of Fawns favorite pastimes and this was green ground to comb through and discover. To still it was a struggle to keep her mind focused on the task at hand while they stormed through the rivals home. A buzz of activity tugged her attention to seemingly a thousand different places. Eventually Typhon's voice pulled her to the present and she looked up to her giant of a brother. "Yes I agree, this will be a great place to explore, I can see spending a great deal of time here." Her eyes flickered to Typhon and flashed a smile before looking around more to see if they were indeed alone.
"Ty! Another is here." She said quietly as a new scent wafted into her nostrils, her eyes scanned in search of the face that belonged to it. And soon it was found. A dark golden tipped female rose from the shadows and began her threats, although she seemingly didn't care about anyone other than Ty. Anything female apparently didn't matter at the moment and Fawns innocent face remained detached. Her part was beginning to take effect, since she was no seasoned warrior, she had the more twisted opportunity to analyze and begin her own games. But now wasn't time to begin her own type of assault.
Then another voice echoed in the cavern, one she didn't expect to hear and her attention was taken from the sour black female to the Kairos General himself. Frankly she was glad to have her uncles support, after all everyone knew he was a great warrior. While Ty and Uncle Sabaoth seemed formidable, Fawn focused on playing the innocent part. Let them underestimate her, even ridicule her. It wasn't unexpected, she knew she looked very out of place standing amongst mountain-like males
Yet another joined the motley of wolves, one apparently son of this lead female. Fawn couldn't help but sblack person a little at his opening lines. "If that was sarcasm or a threat, you need to think a bit more before you speak. 'Welcome to where you aren't unwelcome' is a poor attempt of installing fear, more apt to just looking silly." She smiled sweetly, like she was just offering helpful advice and completely didn't mean to insult. But Fawn loved games like this. "Maybe growl a little bit. That may help you."
The delicate little female perked her ears and offered him a friendly smile. She didn't care if he became angry. This wasn't the time to make friends.
As they moved through the cave, Valyn scent lay heavily upon every surface, and stale in the air as well; it would appear that they had stumbled upon the dens, the very heart of the land, without hardly realizing it. Perhaps it had simply been too long since the love and warmth of pups had warmed the cool cave. Regardless of the reason, Typhon was sure that here, at least, he would encounter some Valyn wolf or another. Perhaps the absent alphess would show her face at last, and stop hiding long enough to challenge him. Oh how sweet her blood would taste upon his tongue.
"Yes, Fawn, this cave would make a might place to convene for any reason. Though we would need to find a way to clean it..." Making a disgusted face, Typhon sniffed the air and stuck out his tongue, as though it offended him. "The stink of unworthy pelts permeates even the rock. Perhaps we could put traitors here to suffer. This place is unfit for pups, at any rate." Fawn now was on the alert, and Ty turned his body, swiftly but smoothly, to face the wolf he had been waiting so eagerly for.
She was larger than he expected, but still smaller than he, and a cruel smile danced upon his lips as she came forth, spewing nonsense and pretending to be imposing, threatening. Nothing but excitement filled the young wolf in the face of this older female, his muscles itching as he forced them to remain still. It would not do, to pounce while she was ready for him. More finesse was needed, a little bit of talking perhaps, before they could commence with their battle. However, another interruption came then, though this one brightened Ty's face considerably.
Sabaoth, rumbled into the cave, speaking at length, which was something the young warrior would never have expected. His uncle seemed alight with energy and fire, and the feeling was contagious. Typhon easily drew strength from Saba's words as he mocked the pathetic female before him, so threatening on the outside and yet instilling no fear, not even in little Fawn. She was past her prime, and between the two massive males, she would be crushed into nothing or run out. There were no other options here, and every wolf seemed to know.
Returning Sabaoth's glance, Typhon's smile turned into a cocky grin, and he nodded, muttering "Uncle" respectfully under his breath and speaking no more. Now was not the time for a reunion, and they could speak when their task was complete and Valyn was destroyed. Before the young male could respond to the alphess, however, the cockroach of a wolf that Ty had come to recognize slid into the dens as well to stand near his mother, speaking for her as though she were too good to continue on.
A derisive snort left his lips, and Typhon snickered as Fawn picked apart the other young male's words, internally celebrating his stupidity. It would seem that ignorance ran in the family, if Typhon's assumption that the male had been birthed by the female was correct; in any case, it would be an easy matter for both of them to fall, and with Sabaoth by his side and Fawn in the background to rile them up, there was no reason to assume anything but victory was in store. "On the contrary, Goliath had sent no one," Typhon said clearly, lifting himself ever-so-slightly as though to impress importance upon himself. He was infinitely glad that Sabaoth was behind him, not because he did not want his uncle by his side, but because the hulking form of the general backing him up would, perhaps, impress upon the female that it was indeed Typhon she need be worried about. "I saw the desolation of these lands and decided it would be a shame to let them go to waste." He paused, as though to gauge her reaction, but only for a moment.
"You are about to fight for what is essentially nothing, do you not realize?" Typhon's heavy voice rang out softly in the cave, his intense stare on the alpha alone--should the other male attack, Saba would make quick work of him. "Your pack has all but abandoned this land, and you. There are not enough wolves to fight for you, and even if there were... do you really think you can withstand the might of Kairos? Large though you may be, we are larger, and we have no qualms with destroying everything and everyone you hold dear. We would gladly allow you to flee, if you do value your unimpressive lives."
The words hung in the cave for a moment, and Typhon's face turned deadly serious, his muscles taught and his energy channeled in preparation. "But we are not afraid to fight you. We will not be leaving until you concede defeat, whether or not you do it by speaking or by dying. I will give you a moment to decide, if you would like, but you will only waste so much of my time before I grow tired of your existence. Battle or leave, for these lands will belong to Kairos before the night ends."
The Kairos wolves were large, she would give them that. But that did not give them any grounds to set foot upon her blessed home, corrupting the very soil with their tainted breath. It was only at the offhanded comment that Goliath had not sent the wolves that Valeria felt a true laugh bubble up in her gut. What fools, terrorizing the packs without the command of their leaders. I would skin my sisters alive if they dared to do such a foolish thing, she mused, her eyes sparkling ever so slightly in amusement. While the older wolf might not have been a fledgling, the other two had many years to go before they would truly understand the dynamics of pack politics. To enter another pack's terrority, particularly without their leader's go ahead, was treasonous in the eyes of the alphess.
They had peacefully co-existed with the northern pack; Valeria was no fool to think that Kairos was not massive in its very heart. But if there was one thing the alphess knew, it was behind the horrid tactics that she despised, Goliath had the makings of a leader. Rumors of her father's pack's removal from Acerbus filtered through the lands over time, and she could not help but be mildly amused that Ryker had managed to drive a wedge between the powerhouse of Kairos and Descai. What fool would willingly provoke that alpha? But it was even funnier to the alphess that his children would invade Valyn.
"Levi, my boy," she crooned, a slight smile gracing her golden lips. "There is no need to be rude, although I do believe your brother has left his manners at the door." The female's golden eyes locked instantly on those of Typhon; there was no doubt whose blood ran through this male's veins. As much as she had hoped to never catch wind of the large male with whom her first litter was conceived, it was impossible for her to hide away the truth forever. It was only a matter of time before he was to discover his lineage. "Son, would you like to meet your father? I do believe it is well beyond time."
The femme's steely gaze fell hard upon the elder wolf, "And you should not provoke the endeavors of these youths without the backing of your leader. I want to speak with Goliath. Should he wish to pursue my territory, that is a fight that he and I must address, not his children. I will not send his sons against their brothers without just cause." Her lip curled up with malice, staring off at the smaller female who had arrived a little later to the party. It would not surprise the alphess to see that she, too, was another of Goliath's children. He did seem to be quite eager to spread his seed; after all Valeria had provoked a reaction from him in mere moments after their meeting. It was impossible to hide her lineage. Perhaps it was was time that her children had the opportunity to meet their father as well.
"I am not some wanton loner to be toyed with, boy. If your alpha wants my territory, then he best address that with me, civilly. Sending an army of children into my borders speaks nothing of the power of Kairos," she bit out, quite frankly insulted that nothing but youngsters swarmed within her territory. The scarred male was the first scent of a fully mature wolf that had set foot in her territory, at least from what she could tell. She was done with the games. If Kairos wanted a fight, they would have it. But that did not mean she was going to go to war over the childish ambitions of a brute not even brought to sexually maturity. He was a youth; not a leader.
If Goliath wanted the jungle, damn it, the alphess would seek him out herself. They would be sorting this out, but the alphess would not deal with a child, nor would she risk her own son at the hands of this motley crew.
The giantess was feverish with excitement, fueled by adrenaline and the desire to be present. She didn’t want to miss a thing during the conquest, and if violence erupted, Lilith would be there. She hadn’t spied the wolfess who claimed the lands just yet, but Lilith fully intended to do so. As she pounded through the jungle, no wolves came to meet her. Along the worn path, one clearly used by the Valyn pack, she had come across another of her kind. The silver-hued stranger ran the other direction as soon as she noticed Lilith watching. The warrior fae paused to see the small silvery figure leaving in a hobbling run, and Lilith laughed aloud before continuing on her way, searching for Typhon. She knew he would be close by.
At last, the sound of her brother’s low vocals lured Lilith closer to a dark lagoon, where the scent of femininity was unmistakable and alluring. He was speaking of battles and of Kairos, which happened to be two of Lilith’s favorite topics. Looking around, Lilith could not immediately detect the entrance of the cave, as it was tucked carefully away behind jungle foliage. She waded into the cool waters as voices led her to the mouth of the den. Her eyes, one so like her father’s and the other, the spitting image of her mother, narrowed as a new voice met her ears, within the ancient cave: "Levi, my boy. There is no need to be rude, although I do believe your brother has left his manners at the door." Lilith froze where she stood – "Son, would you like to meet your father? I do believe it is well beyond time."
Brother? Her strange eyes had adjusted to the darkness as she stood at the entrance, and she could see them there – Typhon, along with her uncle, the General of Kairos, her little half-sister, Fawn, and two strangers - one, black with gold, the other splashed in dark markings. Her eyes narrowed at the opposing brute, staring into the cave to see – and it was all clear. The she-wolf could not be lying, for there was no other bloodline like her own. Goliath had sired a litter beyond Kairos, beyond his harem and everything that Lilith knew. The thought was stunning, and horrific. The packs beyond Kairos were lesser, weaker collections of wolves, worthy of only war in Lilith’s mind. Who needs alliances when the entire world trembles at their name?
Lilith was, for once, left speechless, unmoving from where she lurked at the front of the cave. How… How could Goliath sire a litter with her? The realization made Lilith sick – and furious, at her father and at this she-wolf. Still, Valeria continued, though Lilith’s mind was so clouded that she only seemed to decipher bits and pieces of it: "I want to speak with Goliath… I will not send his sons against their brothers without just cause."
A growl began to rumble deep in her throat, though she did not move. Lilith would kill the wolf before she allowed her near Goliath again. Her massive frame now blocked the entrance of the den as she spoke, her voice low and gravelly. ”You have just cause to send your sons against us now.” Her focus turned between the female and her son. Her head lowered, shoulders rolling forward and muscles growing taut ”And you are not my brother, you bastard.”
The irritating creature who slunk into the dens like a parasite not long after Sabaoth was equally as undaunting as his mother, his repetitive, contradictory monotone causing the General to quirk one ivory-spotted brow. Before he could bother to respond to the brute, however, Fawn’s voice broke the brief silence, pointing out the jumbled assertions of the young male and causing the General to snort with amusement. Even the diminutive Fawn was fearless in the face of the Valyn creatures, thought he could not blame her when the alphess’ son rebutted his own claims the moment they left his maw.
He offered no more than this, for a moment later his nephew’s voice was ringing out, flicking away Valeria’s threats as effortlessly as if they were buzzing flies. Sabaoth could sense the unbridled energy that coursed through Typhon as surely as it coursed through his own veins, and the dark wolf stood stoically and ominously behind his nephew, watching as Typhon advanced towards Valeria just slightly.
When she spoke, finally giving name to the brute who stood alongside her, Sabaoth’s expression did not flicker nor change as she revealed that Goliath had sired her litter. But though he did not show it, he was surprised; Goliath tended to favor beautiful, delicate, feminine wolves – not brutish creatures such as she. But yes, he could see it in the one she had called Levi now, though his mother’s bloodline had surely tainted the ferocity of Sabaoth’s kin’s.
"And you should not provoke the endeavors of these youths without the backing of your leader.”
The she-wolf addressed him now, and unable to help himself, Sabaoth released a rippling, snarling laugh that echoed through the caverns. ”Yes, I’ll be sure to take advice from you, since Valyn has done so very well under your rule,” he drawled, and might have uttered more, but at that moment another monstrous presense joined them. Lilith stepped from the shadows, towering over the Valyn wolves much like Typhon did, mismatched eyes flashing with what Sabaoth thought might be revulsion as she gazed at Levi. The fury radiated from her in waves, her massive form planted squarely between the Valyn wolves and any hope for escape as her grating voice rang out.
Bastard. And indeed the boy was. He was sired by Goliath, but he did not possess the undeniable spark that the Kairos heirs did. ”Well, things are certainly getting interesting now,” Sabaoth mused, though still he did not step forward. This was a fight for Typhon – and now, perhaps, for Lilith too. He knew that she would not miss the opportunity that had arisen before her, and he would not stand in her way. No, Sabaoth would stand alongside his small dappled niece and watch the chaos unfold before his very eyes. He was experienced and itching for battle, but Typhon and Lilith had done tremendously well in the Agoge, and so they were not unexperienced, either. As much as Sabaoth would have liked to rip into the arrogant wolves who stood before him, it was an honor he would leave to his kin; they would receive the glory spawned of their efforts today. One day soon, Kairos might very well sing of their accomplishments.
His paws led him through the jungle, his legs extending as he ran at a furious pace. The lands had already been breached by the youth of kairos, their scent easily overpowering the pathetic scent of Valyn. Onyx had yet to be approached by another wolf, so few were those that still called these lands home. And yet he felt in his bones that a battle would ensue. He followed the trail of scents far too easily, his nose guiding him as he made his way towards where the foliage was the thickest. He halted for a moment, his orange occuli scanning the area. Yet again he was struck with an eerie feeling about this place. Everything was so familiar. It was then that the realization hit him and made his blood run cold. This had been his birth home. Just as soon as the realization hit anger coursed through his veins making him absolutely furious. It also made his drive for blood lust far worse then what it had been coming in here. These were the scum who had abandoned him! Would his horrid birth mother finally show her face so that He could rip it to pieces? He sure hoped so. Onyx didn't want to wait any longer. The first scent that hit his nostrils was that of Lilith, so ever prominent and perfect for leading him to where all of the action was. He strode forward, wading into the water as he made his way past the thick foliage and into a den-like cavern. If he didn't know better he was certain that this was the very heart of Valyn.
He immediately was met by the hulking form of Lilith who was blocking the entrance. And you are not my brother, you bastard. Lilith's gravelly voice echoed through the cavern, her fury and revulsion emanating through her tones. Looks like everyone else has connected the dots now too. He thought before moving up and shouldering his way through. He stood next to Lilith, shoulder to shoulder though she towered high above him now. What issues they had as pups were gone now. Onyx respected her as a fellow warrior and adopted sibling, and he would fight alongside her. His hackles bristled, his gaze locked in on the two Valyn wolves. Could they not see that they were clearly outnumbered? It was easy to say that this was Kairos land now and if they wanted to keep their skin attached to their bodies they would do best to leave now. Slowly his eyes shifted from Valeria and Leviathan over to Typhon. Onyx looked to him for a signal and was ready to attack within a moments notice. They were trapped. With him and Lilith taking up the entrance, and Typhon, Sabaoth, and Fawn in the rear- the wolves had no where to go. They would surely be ripped to shreds if they wanted a fight. Onyx was just eager to see how everything would play out- and if the sour leader would finally buckle under the pressure.
Silence engulfed the desolate cave that the yearling was currently located. One might question why she was in this cave where there were much more lively places here in Kal’dyne, but she would be quick to answer that this was where she was born and mainly raised, so she felt at peace here. It was her safe place where no one could her, or so she thought.
Just then, voices could be heard from the mouth of the cave. It was that of a male and female, but their voices were completely foreign to Valkyrie. "The rest of this land is nothing special, but this... this is a place I would like to explore thoroughly,” said the male. Then the female answered with, “"Yes I agree, this will be a great place to explore, I can see spending a great deal of time here." The last few words that the female spoke caused a confused look to appear on the Seraph’s face. “Why would they be spending a lot of time here in the future,” Kyrie asked herself. Before she could ponder the question further, the footsteps from the strangers were getting closer to where she was and she knew then that she had to get away. Bright blue orbs glanced around her as she tried to figure out where she should go. The entrance to cave was out of the question since that was where the two wolves were coming from. She then looked behind her and realized that she was in as deep as the cave went. The steps got louder and louder and Kyrie knew that she had to do something. Taking one more glance behind her, she spotted a stalagmite. It wasn’t that big but it was her only option so she quietly moved towards it and placed herself behind it, crouching as low to the ground as possible.
Before the male and female were upon the area where the yearling was hiding, she heard the female voice say, "Ty! Another is here." Before Kyrie could think too much about what the female said, a familiar voice entered her ears. "You have quite some nerve, young one to enter the very center of my pack lands with your filthy paws, that is a daring feat, indeed," said her mother Valeria.
“So these are intruders, but what do they want from us,” the Mackenzie Valley she wolf pondered. It was her mother’s next words that answered her question. These wolves wanted to take over Kal’dyne. This caused anger to begin to boil up inside her. This was her home and no one could take that away from her or her family. They had no right to be here, they needed to go, now, but that didn’t seem to be happening for another foreign voice piped in. It was another male’s voice and he was insulting her mother. “How dare he insult the alpha of Valyn, let alone my mother,” she yelled in her mind.
Her temper continued to rise, but subsided briefly when she heard her brother’s voice. “Levi,” she thought to herself. In all honesty, Levi was one of the last wolves that she would expect to show up because of how he distanced himself from everyone. Nonetheless, Kyrie was glad that he was here, but the feeling didn’t last long for the strange female began to mock what her brother had said. A fire began to burn in her eyes. No one was to talk to her family like that yet here these strangers were mocking and threatening her family.
It wasn’t until the first male who had arrived said that they were willing to fight that Valkyrie finally made her appearance, placing herself right beside her mother. She was prepared to tell these strangers off until she saw them. The two males were huge. One was even bigger than Levi and the other one was about the same size as him, but was still intimidating because of all the scars he had. The female on the other hand was very small made Kyrie to not see her as a threat, but she still kept an eye on her.
"There is no need to be rude, although I do believe your brother has left his manners at the door," said Valeria. At first Valkyrie wasn’t sure of what she meant, her only sibling here was Levi, but once she saw her mother’s eyes lock on the gigantic male, something clicked. “So this is my step brother,” she said to herself. This caused a lot of questions to arise but the heir of Valyn knew that this was not the time to be asking such questions and instead she needed to concentrate on standing her ground and protecting Valyn from these filthy intruders. In all honesty, deep inside Kyrie was terrified because she didn’t know much about fighting, but she made damn sure that those emotions didn’t show for she was a born leader and leaders do not back down.
Just then a fourth intruder appeared and she was huge, being the same size of the wolf called Ty. Instead of standing by everyone else, the female stood at the entrance blocking it so that no one could leave or come in. It was the huge female calling her brother a bastard that finally broke her silence. “Leave my brother alone you bitch,” she snarled.
After her words left her lips a fifth intruder shoved their way through the cavern entrance and placed themselves beside the hulking female. He was small, smaller than the other males that were here, and because of this, Valkyrie immediately ignored his existence and turn her concentration back to the three hulking wolves, waiting for whatever were to happen next.
And now strong Jasper had left; the last time that they had seen each other, Jasper towered over his petite, greying mother.
Her family had left her again.
Although they were still in Valyn, presumably, the snowy fae had not seen her pups for a long time. At least Silver had said goodbye, but Mint and Jasper had just drifted away, growing ever distant ever slowly. Emerald did not feel like a mother. She had thrown the last of her family away, and she indeed did not feel like creating any more. Guilt plagued Emerald every living moment, every breath that she breathed, every step that she stepped for letting her babies down; it was her responsibility to care for them, yet she had neglected that responsibility. Could she not do anything right? Did she not deserve to live her final days happily? Apparently not.
The pale female heavily plodded forwards, not paying attention to her surroundings until a horrifyingly familiar stench hit her nasal passages. Gagging, the femme reminisced one of the best and worst memories of hers, which she could neither say that she wished had not happened nor that she was happy that it had happened.
A hulking, dark behemoth's blue eyes pierce into my soul. He approaches me, and I do not resist; I cannot resist.
Gasping, Emerald pulled herself out of memory lane and focused on the present. This was... This was Kairos. What were they doing here? With the skill that only a seasoned hunter could muster, she silently padded forward, making as little sound as air would make on a windless day. Whatever they were here for, it could not be good. Although Emerald desperately denied the thought, she had a strong feeling that they were not here just to pay a friendly visit. They planned to turn Emerald's safe haven into a hazardous hellhole, and she would not allow that. This time, she would not abandon her pack. Unlike her birth pack... No. Emerald did not allow her mind to wander there.
Pausing, the huntress looked around. Instinctively, as would make sense when stalking prey, she rolled around on the ground. To most, she might look as if she was playing, but Emerald was masking her Valyn scent. Her wolf scent. Just her scent in general. It was important as a hunter to make sure that prey detected her with none of their senses.
Breathing as slowly as she could bear, Emerald inched forward until the source of the sickening scent was upon her. Hat'moru.
The cave reeked of her fellow sisters, despite the scent being stale. It had not been visited for a long time, and right now the smell of Valyn was being dangerously threatened by Kairos' overwhelming tang. Staying in the shadows, the Fury observed the situation.
Valeria, Emerald's noble alphess, was leading the attacked pack. At her side was an unfamiliar brute, but contrary to Emerald's expectations, he seemed to be defending Valyn.
"I do believe that Mother has asked you to leave. Take heed, and go home. You are not welcome here."
That had to be the Seraphim's son, then.
Confronting the duo was a male strikingly similar to Valeria's son, so much so that he could have passed off as his brother had they not been of opposing packs. He was enormous, looking down upon everyone as if they were insignificant ants. Beside him was a scar-littered warrior which reminded him of the brute who had mounted...
No. I must stop thinking of that.
He even held himself in the same manner, smelt of the same pack...
But he is not him.
Shaking her head to clear the morbid memories, Emerald redirected her gaze to a sweeter looking fae; the huntress' guard faltered for a splitsecond for the female was even smaller than Emerald in terms of body mass, although the younger femme did appear slightly taller. She mocked Valyn's single male defender's words, breaking them down. As much as Emerald would have liked to join in, she knew that she was useless on the battlefield, and interrupting would ensure that she would be injured first should a battle break out, which was almost certainly about to happen. She was a hunter. She would use stealth.
Pressing against the frigid cavern walls, Emerald entered the gaping mouth, catching a faint whiff of something distinctly Valyn although she could not discern what. She cared not, as they would probably be on her side if they smelled of such. Inching further and further until she was mere feet away from the scene, Emerald kept her attention on the interactions, waiting, waiting...
She positioned herself in front of the battle-scarred brute, ready to avenge her rape onto this unknown stranger. It mattered not, for revenge was revenge regardless. It was uncharacteristic of her, but there seemed to be some lively youth still buried deep within the Fury, and it was this lively youth that took control of her decisions at that moment.
And acting completely out of character, without thinking, without caring for the pandemonium that such an action might cause when the situation might have been perfectly serene and purely verbal, she pounced, claws outstretched towards the male that so closely resembled Emerald's long-ago oppressor.
.: OOC :. Emerald's back! You have my permission to powerplay her and injure her as you wish - just don't kill her is my only request c:
The revelation should have shocked Leviathan. The male had always been mildly curious about the other half of his lineage, but he did not expect his half siblings to come charging into their dens and try to take over. To do so was vastly unkempt. It left a sour taste in the male's mouth, particularly at the idea that even he, the least tactful wolf in all of Valyn, would do no such thing. He stared blankly at the large female, his words causing no change in expression. "It seems, sister, that our lineage did not give you that decision. For I am no more a bastard than you are the whelp of a male who knows not to keep his bloodlines sparse. I may not have been raised alongside you, but that does not make us any less kin." The words were no more than a statement of facts; he could honestly care less if Mother drove them all to battle against these siblings of his. He held no affection toward them, nor did he bear any loyalty to them. They were no more than the mere image of what could have been, had they been born to another female in the Kairos pack. And quite frankly, Levi was not even certain that that would be a much better alternative. He may have been inferior here, but he was capable of basic reasoning. He was not so certain that these wolves were.
It was interesting to see, not one but two of his siblings in one place. They bore a remarkable resemblance to him that he could not ignore, yet there was nothing that tied them together apart from a mutual sperm donor. They were nothing to him. This was his home, and the giant female had done nothing more than insult him. "Mother, I do not see how my father could possibly control the wolves that have graced our home. Clearly they do not respect the natural order and authority of the pack's hierarchy." His steely eyes fell on the large female, in particular. The words that had echoed throughout their dens left Levi slightly on edge. He just wanted a chance at her, or his brother - as they had been so introduced - given the opportunity. Blood for blood, that was the task here. These wolves were out for blood, and he was more than willing to oblige.
So this was becoming...interesting. What started out as a doable vocal debate turned into a massive congregating of the two packs. Some she knew and others not, the little blue eyed girl watched the numbers grow around her and she was suddenly very glad to have her uncle so near to her. Fawns weapon was her mind, she never had experienced much physical combat others than rough housing with the others. She knew she was becoming more and more the obvious target to the others, someone easily to be taken out and serve as a confidence boost to some defender who liked to take out the so thought weak link.
Seeing Lilith wasn't exactly a happy moment for her, but Fawn kept her expression neutral. She didn't know what to do with.her, but Fawn rather blamed her for the mountain lion attack, eventhough she knew deep down the mismatched female didn't have any actual part in the attacks but some stuff just stuck in her head like that.
The adopted son of Datura also sauntered in. Fawn hadn't really known him but she knew he was loyal despite not actually being born in Kairos. The total darkness of his form was like a storm shutting out the sunlight, on,y adding weight to the threat Ty and Lilith had uttered.
The captivating good splashed female who came next was just fascinating to look at. Fawn knew what it was like to be marked differently but this was very interesting. Despite the harsh words, she was beautiful.
The fact that her father had created several of the lives that were not part of Her pack, Fawn didn't really have a reaction. She didn't look like any of of them and was so far being ignored in the debate. Since there were such close bloodlines, she began to think if there could be an alliance made between the two just like Ultoris and Kairos had done. Of course now that would be hard to initiate since everyone's hackles were up and threats were being made on both sides. The puzzle pieces of her thoughts began to work in her sharp mind as to a solution or two. She wasn't sure how Goliath would feel if his own children killed each other. Quiet in the he background,she began her work.
Then a flash of white caught her eye and she turned to see a golden eyes female with teeth and claws soaring through the air. Her own little ears pinned back in both confusion and suspicion. Their plan was to distract then attack from the side? If so they chose a poor warrior to put against the mighty General. Fawn crouched, ready to spring much like her namesake would have done. If an explosion of activity would incur because of this she had to stay on her toes.
The female Typhon was focused on opened her mouth again, speaking with feigned importance, as though everyone in the cave should respect her. He very nearly laughed out loud, wanting to have an outlet for his excess of adrenaline, but he did not. Valeria spoke of Goliath, claiming that he had given her what she needed to birth the massive fool beside her--which, as Ty took a fleeting look at his supposed half-brother, he could almost see. The news was not as shocking to the young wolf as he would have expected, but it did give him pause, if only for a moment. It was one thing for Goliath to gather his harem and take part in the production of multiple Kairos litters, but it was another thing entirely for him to venture outside of their lands and mate with a stranger--while Datura had been left at home, no doubt wondering where her leader was.
A slow, burning anger spread through the ruddy-colored wolf, though the only sign that he even heard her claim was the clenching of his massive paws, nails digging into the dirt. Perhaps a spark behind his green eyes as well, though the alpha female seemed to think paying attention to him was not necessary--a risk, certainly, though he would not make his move yet. There was more commotion in and around the cave now, as first Lilith and then Onyx crowded the entrance, effectively blocking the way out--though not before two Valyn wolves slunk in mostly unseen. As he had bigger fish to fry, Typhon kept his focus on the two wolves directly before him and barely registered the rest; Sabaoth was perfectly capable of protecting himself and Fawn, and both of them would warn him if some danger were headed his way.
Yet another Valyn wolf made her appearance and stepped up beside Valeria, though her entrance was nothing to take real notice of. Had she not stepped directly into Typhon's field of view, he never would have registered her appearance. She was quite small, compared to the immense wolves she was facing, and though she did not appear fearful, not did she seem very fierce. If this was the entire army that Valyn was sending against the wolves of Kairos, the battle would be as swift as it was easy. The young male trained his eyes back on the middle female, having made his assessment of the newest intruder, and disregarded her completely.
"My father has no desire to take Kal'dyne from you," Ty responded to her idiotic statements, a bit of his anger seeping over into his tone though he spoke as calmly as he could. "There will be no bargaining with him, only with me. And the only bargain I will accept is letting you leave without bloodshed. Considering how very outmatched you are, I suggest taking advantage of my childish hospitality and leaving this place before my desire to shred your hide overcomes my ability to remain civil." The smoldering fury beneath his words was, perhaps, more powerful than if he had shouted, and the male was impressed momentarily with himself.
The short slew of snarky words from Sabaoth added fuel to Typhon's fire, and his grin returned to his lips as they pulled back from his sharp, pearly white teeth. Though he was quite a bit more intimidating when he was not smiling, perhaps his slightly maniacal grin would have a similar effect. The time for talking was coming to an end, at least in Typhon's mind; none of what was being said mattered, and this useless speech was getting them nowhere. He wanted to fight, to feel the flesh of that unworthy female upon his tongue, and if she did not stop speaking soon--attempting to stall, to throw him off, whatever her game was--he would simply pounce.
"I've had enough of this," he said simply, taking a step forward and again focusing directly on Valeria, pinning his ears backwards. "Shut your mouth and agree to fight me, here, now. A fairer fight you will not get, especially if you continue to stall for time. No one but you and I need shed any blood today, unless you would rather sacrifice your dearest than fight for your own honor." Now that his desires were known, he stood silently, very still, and waited for an appropriate response.
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