Post by Typhon on Dec 13, 2015 18:44:38 GMT -5
They had won.
It had been a fierce battle, a close one, but Typhon had claimed victory over the Valyn alphess, and she had bowed her head and run from the territory, as was wise. On the island, each involved Kairos wolf had celebrated heartily, but Ty could not stay. Oh, he was ecstatic; the battle had been short but intense, and Valeria had proven herself worthy of--well, worthy of something. But not her pack, or the respect of the young wolf. Despite the fact that he had fought hard, he was itching to leave the territory he had worked so quickly to take from her.
There were many reasons for this; for one, Goliath needed to know. His father might not be overly pleased about having not been informed, but the taste of victory in the name of Kairos would also hit his tongue, and hopefully that would be enough to placate the massive beast. If not... well, the wolf would worry about that later. For now, he had wounds to tend to, and as the rest of his pack mates howled up and down the territory, Typhon secluded himself on the massive ridge that now divided the territory only from the small section of land free to loners.
Not much could be done for the small laceration above his left eye, but it had thankfully stopped bleeding shortly after the battle, and would make an excellent and threatening scar, pushing slightly on his eye to form a frown that in no way rivaled Sabaoth's. The wound on his shoulder, however, was another story; Val's immense jaws had latched on and dug deep, tearing the muscle beneath his thick fur. During the adrenaline-fueled fight, he had taken no notice of the injury, but now... hours later, in the fading sunlight, he hissed in pain while he groomed the spot as best he could, unable to reach the spot with his tongue and relying on wetting his paw and gently rubbing it against the cuts.
It was not as thorough as he would have liked, but without aid it would have to do, and Typhon was restless to get back to Goliath, at first, and then his mother, and whomever else he came across who did not know of the victory. As far as he knew, he was the first to leave the island, crashing into the water during the darkness and struggling only slightly with the swim. It was mostly his exhaustion after giving his all during the fight, but the ache and sting in his shoulder hindered him more than he would have thought. The young male fought through it, though, and managed to hit the shore as quickly as ever.
When his damp form reached the sand, Typhon took great care to heave himself immediately to his feet, keeping the sand below his wounds to avoid the gritty involvement that would lead to infection. The saltwater burned them, it was true, but at least it was cleaner than dirt. With heavy steps he moved further and further into Kairos' territory, intent on reaching the dens before he lost momentum and collapsed into sleep. Even if he did not managed to find his father, he wanted to be settled securely into his home; Kal'dyne was a fine place, truly, and would need defending in case Valeria attempted to return, but tonight... tonight he needed to be here.
The trees thinned out and Typhon set his eyes upon the dens at last, a small but beautiful smile crossing his lips as he sat down at the edge of his puphood cave, the place he had spent months and months in before being allowed to leave. The giant wolf had come a long way from this den, and he was immensely grateful for having been given the opportunities he was. Silently he sat, staring out at the darkness that now surrounded him, waiting for the sun to rise. Kairos was a large place; surely someone would stumble upon him, and if not, he would sleep at last. Goliath, if he was not nearby, would be easily found in the morning.
As he sat there, a soothing feeling came over him that had nothing to do with his being home, the conquest over. My boy. Typhon, you have done well, whispered a proud voice only he could hear, one that brought warmth and joy to the young but accomplished male, widening his smile. That was not a feat of Kairos, but of you. These wounds will create scars for you to be proud of, and to warn others of your ferocity. You will go far. The praise was enough to make the wolf laugh out loud, but he appreciated it more than he could say. His savior was a part of him, and with luck always would be.
Words || 816
Tags || @zenith, open
Notes || Open to everyone in Kairos only!
It had been a fierce battle, a close one, but Typhon had claimed victory over the Valyn alphess, and she had bowed her head and run from the territory, as was wise. On the island, each involved Kairos wolf had celebrated heartily, but Ty could not stay. Oh, he was ecstatic; the battle had been short but intense, and Valeria had proven herself worthy of--well, worthy of something. But not her pack, or the respect of the young wolf. Despite the fact that he had fought hard, he was itching to leave the territory he had worked so quickly to take from her.
There were many reasons for this; for one, Goliath needed to know. His father might not be overly pleased about having not been informed, but the taste of victory in the name of Kairos would also hit his tongue, and hopefully that would be enough to placate the massive beast. If not... well, the wolf would worry about that later. For now, he had wounds to tend to, and as the rest of his pack mates howled up and down the territory, Typhon secluded himself on the massive ridge that now divided the territory only from the small section of land free to loners.
Not much could be done for the small laceration above his left eye, but it had thankfully stopped bleeding shortly after the battle, and would make an excellent and threatening scar, pushing slightly on his eye to form a frown that in no way rivaled Sabaoth's. The wound on his shoulder, however, was another story; Val's immense jaws had latched on and dug deep, tearing the muscle beneath his thick fur. During the adrenaline-fueled fight, he had taken no notice of the injury, but now... hours later, in the fading sunlight, he hissed in pain while he groomed the spot as best he could, unable to reach the spot with his tongue and relying on wetting his paw and gently rubbing it against the cuts.
It was not as thorough as he would have liked, but without aid it would have to do, and Typhon was restless to get back to Goliath, at first, and then his mother, and whomever else he came across who did not know of the victory. As far as he knew, he was the first to leave the island, crashing into the water during the darkness and struggling only slightly with the swim. It was mostly his exhaustion after giving his all during the fight, but the ache and sting in his shoulder hindered him more than he would have thought. The young male fought through it, though, and managed to hit the shore as quickly as ever.
When his damp form reached the sand, Typhon took great care to heave himself immediately to his feet, keeping the sand below his wounds to avoid the gritty involvement that would lead to infection. The saltwater burned them, it was true, but at least it was cleaner than dirt. With heavy steps he moved further and further into Kairos' territory, intent on reaching the dens before he lost momentum and collapsed into sleep. Even if he did not managed to find his father, he wanted to be settled securely into his home; Kal'dyne was a fine place, truly, and would need defending in case Valeria attempted to return, but tonight... tonight he needed to be here.
The trees thinned out and Typhon set his eyes upon the dens at last, a small but beautiful smile crossing his lips as he sat down at the edge of his puphood cave, the place he had spent months and months in before being allowed to leave. The giant wolf had come a long way from this den, and he was immensely grateful for having been given the opportunities he was. Silently he sat, staring out at the darkness that now surrounded him, waiting for the sun to rise. Kairos was a large place; surely someone would stumble upon him, and if not, he would sleep at last. Goliath, if he was not nearby, would be easily found in the morning.
As he sat there, a soothing feeling came over him that had nothing to do with his being home, the conquest over. My boy. Typhon, you have done well, whispered a proud voice only he could hear, one that brought warmth and joy to the young but accomplished male, widening his smile. That was not a feat of Kairos, but of you. These wounds will create scars for you to be proud of, and to warn others of your ferocity. You will go far. The praise was enough to make the wolf laugh out loud, but he appreciated it more than he could say. His savior was a part of him, and with luck always would be.
Words || 816
Tags || @zenith, open
Notes || Open to everyone in Kairos only!