Post by Typhon on Nov 29, 2015 22:31:02 GMT -5
"Brother, I can almost taste it already," Typhon muttered in a hushed voice, not shifting his eyes but flicking an ear in the direction of his pack mate lumbering along beside him. The two made an odd pair, crouched and stalking shoulder-to-shoulder through the low brush around the lagoon; Typhon stood out starkly against the darkness of the reeds, but Olympus blended in as if he were only Ty's shadow, blessed with fur as dark as night. Together they made very little noise, however, and anyone who wasn't expecting them would never even know they were moving about.
Truthfully, there was no one to be seen here, as was the case with much of Valyn's lands, it seemed. Typhon almost felt disappointed, as though the conquest would mean less because of how little effort it took. The whole of the territory was almost deserted, with a few females slinking about here and there but no large pack gathering, no collection of dens, nothing. Perhaps the ease was an illusion; if they wolves had learned of the plot in place to take over, obviously they would have banded together in order to plan. Perhaps they were hiding just beyond the lagoon, or within it--Typhon had heard that there was a cavern of sorts nestled within the gentle waters they currently lapped as the shore, but he had not gone searching for it just yet.
"Where do you suppose all of the pack wolves are, hmm?" he continued, raising his voice slightly along with his body, stepping forward a few more strides and loudly making himself a spectacle, splashing his immense paws without care into the waters they had been skirting. With a wicked grin in Oly's direction, the light-coated wolf raised his head, opened his immense jaws, and let forth a howl that shook leaves from trees and sent prey animals straight back to their dens. The sound echoed and bounced in the confines of the lagoon and its secluded location, coming back into his own ears and sounding ever-so-sweet.
It went on for much longer than was necessary, but Typhon was satisfied when he had finished howling that there was not a wolf around who had not heard, at least on this half of the island. "Forget sneaking about, Olympus," Ty practically roared to the dark wolf, his green eyes alight with fire stemming from the adrenaline coursing through him. "I want these wolves to know who they're dealing with. I want them to see me coming!" Foolish though it was, the young male could not contain himself, and his laughter now danced across the land, maniacal and ever so slightly hysterical.
To his surprise, there was no taunting voice in his head, telling him what an idiot he was being. No chiding came through his own thoughts, no presence at all, but Typhon knew that he had not been abandoned. Fenrir was there, fueling his joy instead of his rage, so subtle that he could hardly tell. But he was helping, and for that Typhon was eternally grateful. His savior had always been there to help, but now he was helping in a way the wolf much preferred to discipline. "Thank you..." he murmured to himself, closing his eyes for a moment and lifting his head to the sky.
Words || 572
Tags || Olympus
Notes || Wheeeee this is so incredibly fun oh gosh
Truthfully, there was no one to be seen here, as was the case with much of Valyn's lands, it seemed. Typhon almost felt disappointed, as though the conquest would mean less because of how little effort it took. The whole of the territory was almost deserted, with a few females slinking about here and there but no large pack gathering, no collection of dens, nothing. Perhaps the ease was an illusion; if they wolves had learned of the plot in place to take over, obviously they would have banded together in order to plan. Perhaps they were hiding just beyond the lagoon, or within it--Typhon had heard that there was a cavern of sorts nestled within the gentle waters they currently lapped as the shore, but he had not gone searching for it just yet.
"Where do you suppose all of the pack wolves are, hmm?" he continued, raising his voice slightly along with his body, stepping forward a few more strides and loudly making himself a spectacle, splashing his immense paws without care into the waters they had been skirting. With a wicked grin in Oly's direction, the light-coated wolf raised his head, opened his immense jaws, and let forth a howl that shook leaves from trees and sent prey animals straight back to their dens. The sound echoed and bounced in the confines of the lagoon and its secluded location, coming back into his own ears and sounding ever-so-sweet.
It went on for much longer than was necessary, but Typhon was satisfied when he had finished howling that there was not a wolf around who had not heard, at least on this half of the island. "Forget sneaking about, Olympus," Ty practically roared to the dark wolf, his green eyes alight with fire stemming from the adrenaline coursing through him. "I want these wolves to know who they're dealing with. I want them to see me coming!" Foolish though it was, the young male could not contain himself, and his laughter now danced across the land, maniacal and ever so slightly hysterical.
To his surprise, there was no taunting voice in his head, telling him what an idiot he was being. No chiding came through his own thoughts, no presence at all, but Typhon knew that he had not been abandoned. Fenrir was there, fueling his joy instead of his rage, so subtle that he could hardly tell. But he was helping, and for that Typhon was eternally grateful. His savior had always been there to help, but now he was helping in a way the wolf much preferred to discipline. "Thank you..." he murmured to himself, closing his eyes for a moment and lifting his head to the sky.
Words || 572
Tags || Olympus
Notes || Wheeeee this is so incredibly fun oh gosh
