Everything to Gain [CLOSED] [Mature]

[Sabaoth]

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As swiftly as Sabaoth had come to Kal’dyne, he was leaving it, his blood singing in his veins as he ran. Only moments ago had the earth stopped trembling – and only moments ago, as well, that the two fearsome beasts who fought for dominance over the territory had concluded their battle. Typhon had inevitably come out victorious - for all of the Valyn alphess’ prattle and useless superiority, she’d still been unable to hold off his nephew’s ferocity, though it had been an admittedly close battle. And now Sabaoth was drunk on victory, muscles rolling smoothly under his taut pelt as he angled towards the border of Kal’dyne. He’d been sure to rub as much of the Valyn scent as possible from the trees and as he went, but ultimately it was a task that would be left up to Typhon. He had prevailed, and so it would be his strong scent that washed out the fainter ones.

Sabaoth was almost free of the jungle foliage when he inhaled and caught the scent on the wind; clearly Valyn, and very near, but more notably appealing to his more primal side, and he stopped in his tracks. Somewhere within the vicinity, a Valyn female still lurked, with her heat having unfortunately come upon her now that winter had fallen. For a moment he wavered. He could continue on, ignoring the scent in favor of returning to Ina’mos, where Odara would undoubtedly be awaiting him in the same state – a possibly Roka, if her heat came again after previously coming so soon. But something about the way his blood still roared in his veins mingled with the smell of her had him turning, creeping slowly and carefully beneath the canopy of thick jungle leaves.

He followed it until he could no longer; it was overwhelming then, as if he were standing right on top of her, and yet he could not see her. For a moment he was still, silent, his pale blue gaze scanning his surrounding until he saw it: a sizeable hole carved into the trunk of one of the trees, and inside, the source of the damning scent. She was diminutive, her coat a soft silver in coloration, and as he leaned down to better see her, he caught a glimpse of fire-hued orbs gleaming in the shadows.

”Oh, dear,” he said to her, his voice deep and rumbling as he stayed crouched a fair distance away, though close enough to be in her path should she dart from her hiding place. ”It seems as if you do not know. This is Kairos territory now, girl.” Of course there was no time for someone to have found her if she’d been hiding – he knew it, and still he taunted her, arching one ivory-dotted brow as he studied her. It was difficult to stand so calmly and stoically before her when the very nature of his being was screaming for him to take her, but he would not drag her from her small sanctuary – yet.

”After a conquest, the victors are typically entitled to spoils of war, you know,” he murmured, ”and you look like a fair prize.” He was taunting her still, but there was a gleam in his gaze that relayed how very serious he truly was. ”Come out now, won’t you? It would be a shame to drag you and get that pretty pelt dirty.”

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The smell of them was heavy in the air all around her, no matter how far or how fast she ran. All of her worst fears had come to fruition: giants swarming the jungle, and her pack was nowhere in sight. Unbeknownst to the frail silver femme, Valyn had departed from the jungle, forced out by the brutish warriors of Kairos. Athena had seen them coming, and rather than stay and fight, she had disappeared into the distance, determined to avoid any conflict. She had been a fighter once, years ago, but no longer. She was a half crippled, mad she-wolf now, and she hid herself away in the mud, beneath rocks or within hollowed logs. She had to stay out of sight. Athena had been staying on the outskirts of the lands for some time now, tucked away from the pack that was meant to be her family. Somehow, a year had inched by. Athena had been loyal to Valyn all along, but she couldn’t face them now. She was a stranger to them, and Athena herself was little more than a shadow of her former self.

Athena had no plans of what she would do next. She was crammed into a tiny space, starving frame fitting within the damp, moldy tree. Her stomach growled angrily, for she had not eaten for days now, but she didn’t seem to notice or care. Her orange eyes, once so full of wisdom, were glazed over, staring blankly into nothingness as she whispered softly to herself. Her words were gibberish, the ramblings of insanity that had seized her, quiet as a lullaby. Her fatigue was beginning to lull her to sleep, but a sudden, stronger scent roused her attention – something male, and much closer than she expected.

”Oh, dear. It seems as if you do not know. This is Kairos territory now, girl.” Her eyes widened as she looked at his scarred visage, maw parting in a silent scream. No sound came out but a panicked whine as she tried to claw her way back into the tree, but there was nowhere to retreat to. ”After a conquest, the victors are typically entitled to spoils of war, you know, and you look like a fair prize.”

She buried her face into the rotting wood, as if she could will him away, but he kept speaking, and her entire body began to shake. ”Come out now, won’t you? It would be a shame to drag you and get that pretty pelt dirty.” She was already dirty, silver pelt unkempt and wild. ”No.” She screeched like a dying bird as her eyes darted around wildly. ”No!  Monster!” In a sudden, last ditch effort, the tormented fae lurched forward in an attempt to break beyond the enormous brute, to try to run in spite of her persistent limp – and she did manage to get past him, if only for a moment.


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[Sabaoth]

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The moment she shifted, her gaze settling upon him, Sabaoth knew that the she-wolf was not right. She was clearly terrified, eyes wide and panicked as she shrank further away from him, though there was clearly nowhere for her to flee. It seemed as if she realized this moments later, her delayed screech finally tearing from her throat, the word monster flung in his direction as if it could wound him. It was not the first time Sabaoth had been called such; indeed he was sure he looked ghastly and unnatural to this she-wolf, his scars pulled taut as he smiled sadly, as if he pitied her. He could not remember a time when he was not a beastly creature, and he doubted there would come a moment when he repented and changed his ways.

He’d expected her to flee, but it still startled him just slightly when she darted from her hiding place so soon, revealing more of herself. She was much thinner than he’d originally anticipated, her pelt that at first glance had appeared lovely now revealed to be streaked with dirt and mats. For a moment his stomach twisted in revulsion, but then she was lunging past him, a noticeable limp in her gait. In a moment he whirled, the sound of his paws heavy upon the earth as he charged after her, his long strides overtaking her short, hindered ones in only several heartbeats. Had she been sane still, or had her gate not been impaired, she might have been swift enough or smart enough to escape him…but the gods did not hold the small femme in their favor on this day.

Her sudden movements had only drawn further attention to her scent, and as Sabaoth overtook her, he was careless; he threw his momentum into his movements, lunging forward to grab her by her scruff, yanking her to an abrupt halt. A moment later he was positioned over her, knowing that no matter how she struggled, her frail frame would not escape from his grasp. He lost himself to time then – though he did not draw out her suffering. She was already so weak, it seemed, that he knew even in his licentious state that he could not make this more difficult on her that it already would be.

When it was done, he released her and stepped away, pausing to gather himself as he glanced around the forest that surrounded them. Even in winter he could hear the sound of birds in the distance, and something small rustling in the leaves. When at last his wits returned to him, his pale gaze roamed over the silvery femme’s gaunt frame. He was not daft; he knew that there was a possibility she might become pregnant, and though he cared nothing for her, he could not let potential pups sired by him wither and die in the womb due to a starving mother.

”If you will stay put,” he said, ”I will find you something to eat. You need it.”

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There was no hope of making an easy escape, but Athena’s addled mind knew there was no other way. If she stayed, the beast would eat her alive. If she gave in, she would suffer. Athena had struggled and suffered each of her four years of life, and though she was weakened and torn, she didn’t want to go with the brute. She didn't want to look at his face, black and white and filled with malice. Her leg had never fully healed following an attack, and her gait was awkward and stumbling. She willed her paws to keep moving, willed her muscles to work, to get her away from the horror she was facing. And for a brief, shining second, Athena believed she would make it. Even if she had nowhere else to go, she wouldn’t stay here with him.

But Athena was wrong. The male was massive, and Athena had always been small due to early years of neglect and malnutrition. It took little effort on his part to fill the gap between them. The small amount of space she managed to put between herself and the invader was not enough to save her. It was not the first time she had been taken by a male, but the previous season had been Athena’s choice – or rather, the poor decision caused by raging hormones. This time, she had not even realized her season had come, but the fact did not escape the male. The sound of her screams, something akin to terror and agony, echoed through the jungle. The struggle was over for her before it ever truly began. It was only minutes, but it felt as if an entire lifetime had passed, his enormous weight too great for the little wolfess to bear. He kept her close, and though she tried to turn to defend herself, it was impossible to break free. When the deed was done and she was released from his grasp, Athena had depleted what little energy she possessed in fighting. The silver femme staggered sideway before crumpling to the ground in a pile of shaking, mussed fur.

She made no further attempt to flee. She could only lay there, trembling and hurt and eyes wide with astonishment, but feeling nothing at all. She could feel her heart beating, could hear it thrumming loudly, but she felt dead inside. The smell of blood drifted to her senses – her own blood. The brute spoke again, offering to hunt for her if only she would stay put, but Athena only stared into empty space, mouth partly open and tongue lolling from her mouth. A low moan escaped, but she said nothing. She was shattered now. There was nothing left.


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[Sabaoth]

She offered no response to Sabaoth’s words; she only crumpled, staring blankly into space. After several moments of waiting, Sabaoth nodded to himself as if she had replied, turning and plunging into the forest. His paws carried him in the direction where he’d heard the rustling earlier, his nose working to detect the scent of prey. It was difficult to think of anything other than her scent now, but he continued forward, ears perked high atop his head as his lumbering frame moved through the jungle. He was careful to sidestep a particularly damp looking mud-puddle, and only moments later he spotted a creature that had apparently been wallowing in the filth; it was odd and furry, with a broad snout and beady black eyes – a Capybara, though Sabaoth was not familiar with the creature nor its calling. It had frozen at the sight of him, although it did not take the creature long to turn in preparation to flee – much like the Valyn she-wolf had. And likewise, Sabaoth leapt after the creature, who screeched in dismay as the massive wolf descended upon it. His jaws closed over its throat swiftly, and after a brief struggle, the creature died.

It was large – enough to feed the femme for quite some time, if she remained near it. It had been no issue for Sabaoth to take the prey down, and now he dragged it along as he retraced his steps until he found her exactly where he’d left her between two trees. He dropped the animal beside her with an audible thump, gesturing to it with his muzzle. ”Eat,” he told her roughly. ”And continue to. If you can manage.” There was no kindness in his words as he turned from her, back in the direction of the borders. A moment later he was moving, his heart devoid of regret or guilt as his massive form sprinted for the borders once more.

He would find her again, later. He doubted that she would get very far.

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