Changes have become too severe in Anikira, and the wolves have been temporarily relocated to the Anikiran Southern Isles. Things have grown dire and unlivable on the mainland; it was time for outside intervention. Please be sure to review the full update on the staff board for more information!
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
Emerald had failed. Again. She had tried to defend her pack, she really had, but it was useless. Her skin was littered with bruises, mainly from being shoved away by that Kairos beta, but despite that, she advanced out of Hat'moru, into Waryck Jungle, all of the way to the Ridge of Vesirtin, tailing after her gold-and-black Seraphim. Although the grimy-pelted female had not been seriously injured during the recent conquest, she still lagged behind from her pack due to her diminutive size and weakening age. Valyn had been her second chance, but she had failed it.
At the border of Kal'dyne, the yellow-eyed fae stopped. Had she really failed yet?
Valyn was far ahead of her, although Emerald could still spot the pack that she had spent her past year - well, almost year - with, growing ever further. She could probably catch up right now if she ran at top speed; the question was not whether or not she could, but whether or not she would.
Nothing good ever came out of wandering.
The femme knew that.
As Emerald debated what to do, she recalled when she had joined Valyn. Kal'dyne had been beautiful. It still was. Not quite willing to depart, the lost Fury rotated her gaze so that she was eying the jungle that had been her home. The stale feminine scents were now almost completely overpowered by the reek of brutish warriors; it was not even seasoned warriors that had taken Emerald's cherished home. They were underage children, mere children! The oldest of the conquerors - Emerald shuddered for a moment as she thought of the messy attack that she had launched on him, although she could hardly call it an attack - could be no more than half of Emerald's ripe age.
Returning her thoughts back to Waryck Jungle, Emerald contemplated if she was still willing to let herself leave.
My family is in there.
Shaking her head miserably, the battered - more mentally than physically - she-wolf collapsed on the dividing border. Why did she have to make this choice? Should it not be easy to not repeat previous mistakes? It had seemed simple: do not leave home - but what was home? Was it with Valyn or with Kal'dyne? With family or without? An exhausted sob escaped her greying maw as luminous golden eyes looked up to the cloudy heavens. She had never quite been sure about what she believed in, but right now she needed her past to support her, not to mercilessly torment her. The first thing that she remembered her father telling her...
'Your mother's up there, Emerald.'
Heaven. It was Heaven. She needed her loved ones up in Heaven now more than anything as she lay there, not of physical exhaustion but of mental exhaustion, and as Valyn moved further and further away, it became more and more apparent that Emerald had no choice but to stay. She would not wander.
Their victory over the Valyn alphess was a glorious one, and even now, the howls of his packmates who still remained upon the island echoed through the jungle. As much as the Kairos General would have liked to remain in Kal’dyne for a while longer, assisting in the marking of the territory and participating in the celebration, there was much to do back on Ina’mos. Already he’d dabbled too long when he’d come across the silvery she-wolf in the forest, her mind pitifully broken and deteriorating. But now he was bounding away once more, cresting the ridge that lead to Kal’dyne’s border. Long ago the earth had stopped rumbling beneath his paws, but he could only wonder what had caused the tremor; while he knew that Ina’mos was most likely safe, nestled in the ocean with no access save for swimming, he still wished to return as swiftly as possible, to check on Roka and Odara, and to finish overseeing the breaking of eggs.
So invested was he in his thoughts that he very nearly stumbled over something, his body reeling backwards as he paused with a snort. The shape curled on the ground was quickly revealed to be a wolf – and not just any femme. It was the small Valyn fae who’d slipped into the dens and foolishly lunged for Sabaoth; who had thwarted her attempt with a laugh and shoved her back at the paws of her packmates just before the battling began. When he’d first seen her leap, he’d assumed that surely she was aiming for Fawn, and the General had whirled to protect his niece…only to find that the ivory she-wolf was focused on him. Even now the memory made him chuckle.
”So we meet again,” he said, his voice flat and empty, a bored drawl. His gaze flicked up briefly towards the horizon, where he could see the shapes of the Valyn wolves fleeing, a sight that made him grin as he glanced back towards the she-wolf in the dirt. ”It seems as if you’ve been left behind.” He had not failed to miss the lava that was cascading in the distance, though he was not particularly worried about it. He would have to swim further than usual to return to Ina’mos, perhaps; it was no matter.
”You cannot stay here,” he told her, gesturing with his muzzle towards the jungle that waited behind them. ”for this land belongs to Kairos now. Although…” Here he paused, tilting his head slightly as he turned his scarred visage towards her. ”I think it may be best if you returned to Ina’mos with me.” Despite the mild words, Sabaoth’s tone had hardened, making it perfectly clear that he was not giving the femme a choice. She was older, he could see, perhaps older than any of the other wolves in Kairos now that the traitorous Kiva had departed from their ranks. But still…prisoners of war were not entirely uncommon, and Sabaoth would return with at least one.
For a while, Emerald just lay there, breathing, trying not to think. She could not be bothered to deal with life anymore. What was the point? It was all the same in the end. She could just lie there for the rest of her life, or at least until some youthful Kairos savage came and killed her for trespassing or whatnot. However, it was not long before some careless barbarian tripped over the fae, and she looked up, feeling indifferent.
A shot of recognition coursing through Emerald's yellow orbs, the ex-Fury eyed Sabaoth with a dull, hopeless expression. She had gone from fiercely defending Valyn to nothing in the short span of a day, now quite decided on allowing herself to pass over to where her true love was almost certainly resting.
"So we meet again. It seems as if you’ve been left behind.”
"I wouldn't say left behind over merely given up. Resting. Waiting. I would be with Valyn if I had wanted to, indeed." Maybe, before she died, Emerald might be able to say something worth remembering. The consequences, whether a punishment or some reward, of whatever she said did not matter to her.
Feeling uncomfortably vulnerable, however, Emerald sat up, her head at standing height as she gazed into the cold blue eyes of the male who was over double Emerald's height. Sabaoth was offering - no, commanding, more like, by the tone of his deep voice - to escort Emerald to Ina'mos, the heart of Kairos. Well, why not? Before she could agree, the scarred brute did it for her.
”Get up. I hope you like to swim.”
Obediently, the pale-furred wolf lifted her haunches into a standing position, making her way over to the behemoth Kairos General, her frail stature comically small compared to Sabaoth's. "Lead the way," the femme invited dimly, giving an absent flick of her tail towards a distant volcano that appeared to be spouting lava. She might have worried about the burning hot threat if she had cared about what happened to herself.
Sabaoth admittedly had expected many reactions from the Valyn femme. Rage, scorn, hatred, even violence again despite her previous failure. He was prepared for it, his muscles loose but his gaze sharp, trained upon the lump of ivory fur beneath him. What he was not prepared for, however, was…nothing. And indeed, that was what she provided him with. Even as his demands fell upon her ears, she hardly blinked; she had no reaction to him, apparently devoid of all strength, the previous fight having fled from the shell of her body. Her agreement was startling, but the General recovered quickly as she stood, his face its usual mask of blank dispassion.
Wordlessly he started to walk once more, shortening his long strides so that he could keep an eye on the fae. He was larger than her, almost comically so, and after several long moments spent in silence, Sabaoth relaxed further, assuming that she would not dare run. He was not sure why she’d given up on the pack she’d fought so fiercely to protect in the dens, but regardless, it made his job easier. Each member that he plucked away from Valyn’s rank was one member less to stand against Kairos, should they ever be foolish enough to try.
Past the borders they went, onwards towards the ocean that glistened in the distance. The General had to alter his path only slightly to avoid the fiery mass of lava that spewed towards them, angling towards the nearest patch of shimmering water. It would be a longer swim that usual, and the she-wolf beside him might not make it, but he would carry her upon his own shoulders if he needed to. One way or another, she would become familiar with Ina’mos.
He paused as the earth beneath him turned to sand, the vast stretch of inky blue water stretching out before him. He craned his head to look at the female who stood beside him, realizing in that moment that he did not know her name; later, he would learn it. Now, however, was not the time. He said nothing to her, instead gesturing with his muzzle towards the water before plunging forward, the frigid saltwater stinging at his minor wound given to him by the very wolf who accompanied him now. No matter. Seeing her adapt to life on Ina’mos would be reward enough for him; it was no easy task, and while Sabaoth had no desire to claim the she-wolf as he had Roka and Odara and even her insane Valyn packmate, he still resigned himself to the duty of ensuring that she became strong.
He would not be known to have ties with someone who was weak, after all.
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