By Chance (Conquest, Open)

[Typhon]

Before him loomed the ridge, one of the last places he had left to explore, and Typhon was ready. He had roamed the land of Kal'dyne with open eyes and ears, and was met with no opposition. Perhaps it was a blessing, but the wolf was bored with it; he wanted combat, he wanted to fight, and here he was, conquering an empty land. "Onyx, I am disappointed," he said over his shoulder, glancing over at the dark wolf who so resembled Olympus and Othrys but who was not related to the brothers. In fact, he was not really related to any of them, as far as Ty knew, but he was becoming part of the family all the same. "Where are all the wolves? What in the world are we conquering, the dirt?"

Datura had deemed him worthy of her love, and so the light-coated wolf had given him a chance. He was strange, this adopted brother, but he had not been unbearable, and his size and victory after the Agoge made him a valuable ally for a wolf intent on conquest. Typhon had asked him to come along, and did not regret the decision. Perhaps the experience would bring them even closer, allowing the males to become friends instead of simply pack mates.

Gargantuan paws brought both wolves to the top of the small but impressive ridge, and the taller of the two took in a huge breath through his nose, scenting the air around them and pulling in the sweet smell of the trees below. The forest and grass spread green across the land, a stark contrast to the barren ground they had taken to get here, and Ty found himself grinning at the lush scenery, glad for a change of pace. "Come now, my friend, let us find something to eat in case the enemy decides to appear," he said as he took off down the side of the ridge, sliding much of the way and creating a cloud of dust that enveloped him.

Once at the bottom, Typhon coughed a few times to rid his lungs of the corrosive dust and shook his pelt out, irritated by the grime despite having enjoyed the ride down. But grooming was not something that time would allow for today, and so he settled his fur back down and resigned himself to looking as though he had rolled through the territory rather than walked. Another large sniff entered his nose when the air was clearer, and several options came to his brain for what the two could hunt. Turning back to Onyx, he asked, "What shall it be, then? Many small meals or a single large one? Plenty of options here, it seems. This land will serve Kairos well."

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Tags || Onyx
Notes ||

[Leviathan]

These strangers were nothing but persistent. There was no way they could not see that these were pack lands, yet there were at least five of the wolves who had dared to stroll into Kal'dyne as if they had every right to be there. The one large male in particular seemed to be in every facet of the lands, his stench almost choking the brute as it wafted through the air. It was nearly impossible not to notice him; as they came of age, the males were all striving for dominance and approval. Yet for some reason, this one seemed to think it was his place to encroach on Mother's lands. It was a foolish and foolhardy decision, to say the least. Mother would not rest until they had driven the intruders from the borders, and surely they knew better than to wage war on the enemy's home territory. They knew these lands like the very hairs of their coats; it would be unfair to anyone else to think that these lands were not deadly. From birth, they had been warned of the dangers of the jungle. It was for that very reason they did not venture out until nearly four months; it simply was not safe.

But this wolf, he could not be much older than Levi himself, if older at all. He could not help but think the male seemed familiar in a way; something was haunting the back of his mind about their presence. Every wolf he saw was large, built like a mountain much like himself and Valhalla. They were apparently not the abnormalities that Leviathan had once believe, yet it only piqued his curiosity. Did these strangers bleed the same way as those rabbits in the forest? What made them tick? How were they different? Clearly, there was something about them that was unique, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he found out.

But that was a mystery for another time. Mother would be angry to see that he had allowed a stranger to come into the pack's borders unannounced, and even more so that it was a male. Mother barely tolerated himself and Hal's presence, let alone a stranger, and an impolite one at that. They would need to be brought before Mother for judgment, and things likely would not be pretty for the male. He was not a wise one; no one provoked Mother unless they were looking for a fight.

"You are not conquering anything, stranger," the mountainous male called out in response to the male's question that clearly was not directed to him. "In fact, it would be best to see you leave Mother's lands. She does not take kindly to... strangers." It was the calmest way the male could phrase things, and it was stated in the only way his mind could process. They were not the enemy, they were simply strangers, and strangers were, by default, the enemy within the pack's borders. Mother had always told him that unless they bore the scent of Valyn, unless they were female, they were a threat to the pack lands and must be driven out. This was their home, and it was not a place to be tampered with. "I do not know of Kairos, but your ranks are not welcome within the borders of Valyn. I suggest you leave."

[Onyx]

Onyx was eager to prove his worth as a new found Kairos warrior, so when Typhon had mentioned the prospects of a conquest he had been extremely interested. He had not hesitated when it came to agreeing to take part in the conquest, knowing that it would be the perfect opportunity for him to "bond" with his adopted brother. He followed behind Typhon, putting a little bit of space between them as he trailed along Typhon's right flank. His nares flared as he inhaled the air around them. It was very warm here, the air seeming to hang over them like a heavy blanket as they wove through the trees. There was something eerily familiar about these lands however and Onyx couldn't put his paw on it. He recognized the jungle more so then what Typhon did and knew how the terrain worked. So when Typhon slid down the hillside Onyx ran down it as graceful as a brute could muster before jumping and landing on all four paws. Typhon on the other hand created a huge cloud of dust around the two of them before coughing which Onyx unfortunately took part in as well since he was behind the male during the whole ordeal. Onyx, I am disappointed. Where are all the wolves? What in the world are we conquering, the dirt? Onyx smirked at his adopted brother's words before responding in usual drone-like voice. I'm sure they are here.. They'll come out to play soon enough.. Onyx was almost certain of this, it was as if he could sense their presence here somewhere. Come now, my friend, let us find something to eat in case the enemy decides to appear. What shall it be, then? Many small meals or a single large one? Plenty of options here, it seems. This land will serve Kairos well. He nodded in agreement before glancing around them. Go big or go home Ty. He spoke with a smirk, his words indicating that a larger meal would suit them better then multiple smaller ones. However Onyx could not shake the feeling that they were being watched, his instincts telling him to not let his guard down. His hackles rose slightly then, We are not alone. His orange occuli scanned the jungle scenery before landing on a particular cluster of forestry that seemed suspicious. Sure enough a large brute made his entrance, though his appearance was strangely similar to Typhon. What the hell.. He thought to himself but for the moment he did not speak.

You are not conquering anything, stranger. In fact, it would be best to see you leave Mother's lands. She does not take kindly to... strangers. I do not know of Kairos, but your ranks are not welcome within the borders of Valyn. I suggest you leave. An invisible eye brow arched in response to the male's words and Onyx glanced from Typhon back to the stranger. Without hesitation he strode forward to stand beside Typhon, his eyes never wavering from the brute. Funny thing is we won't be leaving. Onyx was sure to enunciate on the word won't, his face emotionless during the whole ordeal. They had come here for a reason and they wouldn't be leaving just because he "suggested" to do so. They meant business and if he didn't want to coincide with that then he would easily have a fight on his paws. Onyx would not be making any moves however until Typhon reacted. They were here on his accord and Onyx respected him as a fellow brother and leader in this case. He would wait for his signal before doing anything, in the meantime he was sure to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder. It was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop, no one talked and no one moved. They were at a stalemate and depending on what happened in the next few moments would determine whether or not Onyx would be sinking his teeth into this stranger.

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notes: typed this off my phone so sorry if it's poop D:
tagged: Typhon + Leviathan
word count: 681
status: complete.

[Typhon]

Typhon nodded along in agreement with Onyx, glancing at his dark companion and thinking for a moment that he was unsure. They had met at the Agoge, and Onyx had completed it the same as Ty, but there was little trust between the two, and even less love. Brothers they may be, but the lighter colored male did not quite believe yet that they belonged in the same pack. Datura had taken in the dark male, and Ty respected his mother without reserve, but what had made he reach out to this orphan? What made him deserve to share Datura's love? Perhaps this conquest would tell.

"I suppose a large meal to tide us over will do well, hmm?" Ty responded, quirking an eyebrow at Onyx's use of his nickname. Everyone referred to him that way, and it was not uncalled for, but again that uncertainty rose up and reared its ugly head, threatening to push Typhon into a state of anger. Settle. He is your brother, and he will serve you well on this night. Do not dare create strife where it is not needed, rolled through his brain, the second time he had heard such words about this wolf, and the green-eyed male calmed himself, nodding as though to himself. "Better to have extra than not enough."

Before he could commence searching the forest, however, an unfamiliar yet recognizable scent washed over him, and Onyx set up next to him in a position of defense, putting Typhon on alert. His immense head turned to face the interruption, belonging to the blonde-coated wolf who, like Ty, was combing every inch of the island, though for different reasons. This wolf wanted Typhon and his pack gone, and would be sorely disappointed when they refused to budge. "Yes Onyx... it appears we have a visitor."

Tilting his head briefly to the side, the young male studied this similar brute, smaller than him but eerily the same in some ways. Clearly his brain was addled, and he was not much of an imposing or terrifying brute, but he was determined, at least. "I admire your optimism, my friend," Typhon purred, smirking at the stranger as he planted his rump on the ground, pretending his body wasn't ready to attack. There was a considerable distance between the two, and he feared this wolf little; besides, Onyx stood beside him, hackles raised and imposing, and for a moment Typhon was impressed. He was, after all, glad that he had asked his adopted brother to come along. If nothing else, it was nice to have someone by his side, especially someone who was just as fearless as any other Kairos male.

"But I like it here. The jungle is rife with prey, the lands are plentiful..." he paused, purposefully glancing away simply because he could do so without fear. When he turned back to the other male, his gaze was steely, but his smirk and tone were still light, as though he were joking. "And Kairos already has laid claim to the other half of the island. Why shouldn't we also claim this piece? It seems a shame for such beautiful scenery to go to waste on a pack like yours, which can't hardly be defended. Leave your lands to a pack who won't abandon them as easily as your beloved, absent mother." The inflection in his voice was cutting, his words and face finally matching the hardness of his eyes. This young male spoke at length about his dearest mother, but where was she? No alpha had come to defend her pack, and she was who Typhon was truly after.

Words || 630
Tags || Onyx, Leviathan
Notes || n/a

[Leviathan]

A half-bored sigh escaped the large male's muzzle, his eyes watching blankly as yet another wolf wandered along. This one, a much smaller male in comparison to the two greater wolves, was quick to throw his words in, but that did not bother Leviathan in the least. Let him have his fun, he though aimlessly, and perhaps I can finally have mine. Mother had never allowed him to truly explore the heights of his curious habits. Over time, she grew tired of the mutilated animals he brought back to the dens, banning him from any further hunting trips. Of course, that was the day he stopped with the presents to the pack, but that did not mean he was any less curious as to the inner workings of the beast. He had always wondered what made the other wolves tick... Perhaps this little one would be a suitable test subject. He was just large enough to put up a fight, but small enough that Levi felt he could still be severed with accuracy. There was so much to learn, and so little time to learn it. There was only a world out there to be explored, and maybe this was just opening the gateway to a new path of learning.

"If you wish to stay, I do have... uses for you, I am sure you will find to be quite interesting," he retorted stolidly, his gaze wandering back to the larger male with slightly more attention. "You see, these lands do not waste away any more than your pack allows my Grandfather's lands to waste away. You have no business taking more territory than you intend to use, and clearly your pack has not shown a strong use of the lands you already possess. So, pray tell me, what is of such great interest in our pack's borders that you feel the need to place your nose where it does not belong?" The male's cold gaze challenged the newcomer with little expectation of a valid response. Mother had always found it amusing that their grandfather and uncle had not managed to keep control of their pack lands. It was not a surprise to see it fall to a large pack such as Kairos. But in Valyn... there was life here. There was strength and fire in the eyes of those who claimed membership of the pack, while Descai had been a rag tag band of misfits. Here, they would put up far more of a fight than his maternal pack had done. Here, he would stand for what Mother stood for, until the day he moved onward to other things.


Tags: Typhon Onyx
Notes: If he seems all over the place... yeah, that's because he is. His mind is a bit of a scary place.

[Onyx]

Yes Onyx... it appears we have a visitor. I admire your optimism, my friend, But I like it here. The jungle is rife with prey, the lands are plentiful...And Kairos already has laid claim to the other half of the island. Why shouldn't we also claim this piece? It seems a shame for such beautiful scenery to go to waste on a pack like yours, which can't hardly be defended. Leave your lands to a pack who won't abandon them as easily as your beloved, absent mother. Onyx couldn't agree more with the words that came from his adopted sibling. Kairos was ever expanding, and why not take over a land that was clearly abandoned and uncared for? Their scent markers were stale, their numbers fading. If this brute thought that the wolves here gave a shit about their lands he was sorely mistaken, either that or he was really fucked in the head. He fought the urge to laugh then, especially when the attention briefly shifted to himself for a moment, If you wish to stay, I do have... uses for you, I am sure you will find to be quite interesting. Onyx was not a very emotional brute, but even now he fought the urge to laugh at the other hellion. Was he joking? Sorry but I don't swing that way. He thought to himself but didn't so much as even blink towards the waste of space known as Leviathan. Onyx couldn't imagine living such a sorry life. Living a land where he was stuck so far up dearest mother's ass he was wearing her as a hat. But yet, where was she? Onyx glanced around for a moment, from Leviathan back to Typhon, back to Leviathan. She was nowhere to be seen. But her son claimed that she cared so deeply for her lands, that Valyn was a united pack. As united as Kairos? They could only dream.

You see, these lands do not waste away any more than your pack allows my Grandfather's lands to waste away. You have no business taking more territory than you intend to use, and clearly your pack has not shown a strong use of the lands you already possess. So, pray tell me, what is of such great interest in our pack's borders that you feel the need to place your nose where it does not belong? At this Onyx couldn't help but laugh, and laugh he did right in the face of this brute. Tell me, if you have such knowledge of your family history then how did you not foresee that your mother's lands would fall just as hard as your grandfathers? You appear to know it all, then how did you not see this coming? He took a step forward then, closing the distance ever so slightly. Our numbers grow daily, while yours wither away and die. Your a fool to stand alongside a crumbling waste of space of a pack. So to answer your question, we have been interested in your borders because they are stagnant. We want these lands because your pack clearly does not want them. Something so simple as pissing on a tree hasn't been done but yet you still stand before us like a fool defending dear old mommy. Tell me, what will you do when mommy loses her precious kingdom? His orange eyes were cold and didn't leave Leviathan's frame, a gleam of challenge in his eyes. If he wanted to play hard ball Onyx would play and he would play twice as hard. He didn't care if he was as big as a whale, all wolves bleed the same no matter what size they were.

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notes: I wasn't expecting Onyx to have so much to say lol
tagged: Typhon + Leviathan
word count: 659
status: complete.

[Typhon]

Typhon stared blankly at the light wolf before him, utterly confused. Valyn was secluded here on this island, and its wolves, as far as he had known, did not often travel beyond their borders. How, then, would this yearling even know anything about his pack? And who the hell was his grandfather? Should Typhon care at all? This wolf thus far had said nothing at all that made sense, and it was with growing confidence that Ty faced him. Based on his interactions here in Kal'dyne, Kairos truly had nothing to fear from the wolves who lived within the jungle, which meant that his claiming of the land would be just as swift as he thought.

"I stick my nose where it does not belong because you do not deserve it," he said matter-of-factly, "The only interest I have in your border is tearing it down to create my own." After he spoke, Onyx began to tear into the other wolf, and Ty shot him a grin that he would not see. His adopted brother was focused so intensely on the enemy that he likely would not notice what Typhon was doing, but again the larger wolf was impressed with him. Not only was he observant and brave, but his cutting words were spewed out quickly and harshly, meant to hurt the wolf before them.

Whether or not that would happen was a mystery to Ty, but regardless he was ready for this interaction to end. It was boring him, and having run into this useless male before gave him no cause for alarm now. An exaggerated yawn left his muzzle, the young wolf again deliberately let his attention waver simply because Onyx had more than proven himself capable of keeping an eye on the enemy. He had nothing to fear with his brother at his side, and the wolves here in the heart of Valyn were not threatening in the least.

"If you're quite finished here, boys, there are things to be settled, and none of them involve anyone but your precious mother," Typhon said after a beat, flexing his paws in the grass beneath his immense frame. "You can lead us to her, or you can step aside while we hunt her down. Either way, you've wasted enough of my time, and I'm ready to be rid of you." It did not seem as though this interaction would end with a fight, but anything was possible, especially with such an odd male; Typhon had no intention of involving himself with anyone who was not the alpha, but perhaps Onyx was itching to show his skills.

Turning his head briefly, the light-coated male smiled at his brother and raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind teaching this idiot a lesson, Onyx? He looks like he might go down easy," Typhon said haughtily, twitching his eyes to glance again at the male before them and settling them back on Onyx. "You two can dance, if you'd like. I'll happily watch from the sidelines."

Words || 527
Tags || Leviathan, Onyx
Notes || Not sure what's happening here.

[Leviathan]

Clearly these wolves were daft. It seemed they misinterpreted everything from his mouth as undying loyalty or stupidity, when in fact he could care less what was happening here. The little one interested him in a more sadistic way than the larger brute, but that did not mean he was not curious to see what made him tick. He could not discern what exactly was crossing the male's face... perhaps he needed to step away into the woods to relieve himself? Leviathan quirked his head in mock confusion, though he could not claim to know what the expressions that kept fleeting across the pair's faces meant. Malice, anger, vindiction... they mean nothing.

"I do believe you mistake my words for loyalty, perhaps even affection," the male stated bluntly, his blank eyes moving from one wolf to the other. "I am not here because of some misplaced dedication to my Mother, nor do I have any interest in either of you. If it is Mother you wish to speak with, I have no qualms in taking you to her." He could not be bothered with their attempts to rattle him or get under his skin; mostly because he could not even tell that was the end goal. The little one was starting to bore him with his constant prattling; he was truly no better than Arya. If there was something important anywhere in what he had to say, he was clearly overlooking it.

"I was not referring to these lands. Simply stating a fact as to why it is not logical to continue expanding when you already possess more land than you utilize is nothing more than a practical fact," the large male offhandedly addressed the smaller brute's statements, hoping that, with the proper explanation, he would finally shut his trap. 

And then the "provoking" words came from the other male, though Leviathan stared boredly back at the stranger. "I am not truly sure what you wish to accomplish," the male dismissed them with the slightest huff. They were wasting his time. If they were so insistent on speaking with Mother, why were they stalling by talking so damn much? "You were quick to ask me to take you to my leader, yet you stand around prattling about like children. Which is it?" the male grunted out, clearly annoyed by their indecisiveness. If wasting time was on the menu, he would need to seek out his littlest sister. Surely they could find things to talk about, and he could be left out all together. This was a complete wast of his time.

Tags: Typhon Onyx
Notes: I don't know what to do with him. He gets annoyed fast.