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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
At last, Sabaoth had returned home from Kal’dyne. The moment his paws had touched Ina’mos, he’d paused only long enough to lead the ivory Valyn femme who he had taken as prisoner – and whose name he’d learned was Emerald – to the dens before he’d left her. The scent of the she-wolves seasons was strong upon Ina’mos now that winter had descended upon them, and the moment he’d realized what that meant, he’d gone in search of Odara. Roka’s season had come early – or perhaps late – and Sabaoth knew it would not come again now, not when her body had only recovered from its first birth a few short weeks before. And while he’d meant to go to Roka first, to inform her of Typhon’s victory over Valeria and the conquests success, he’d found himself drawn instead to the falls where the silver-eyed femme he’d taken as his second mate awaited him. There he’d spent the remainder of the evening and all of the night with her, before at last slipping away as the sun rose over Ina’mos once more. Now he would find Roka.
If Sabaoth was being honest with himself, he felt guilty, for he had not yet informed Roka of Odara or her role as Consort. It was a strange feeling, entirely foreign to the brute, one that made his irritation flare. He had not felt guilt when he’d claimed the less-than-sound Valyn femme before his departure from Kal’dyne; he had not felt guilt when he’d brought along the second femme, either, or even when he’d lost his temper so many moons ago and killed the rogue male who had set foot upon Acerbus soil and who had showed such blatant disrespect. And yet something about Roka, the first mate he’d taken and the mother of his children, made him experience feelings that had never dared manifest in Sabaoth before.
He followed her scent deeper and deeper through the forest until the ground beneath his paws turned soft, and the telltale scent of the swamp mingled with the feminine, familiar smell of Roka. He did not smell their children here, and he was not surprised; they’d grown so swiftly, getting larger with each passing day until at last they’d grown big enough to explore on their own. They were likely romping across Ina’mos at that very moment, causing havoc and annoying whoever was unfortunate enough to stand in their way, a thought that made Sabaoth smile. His children were certainly hellions – all except for Kegan, who was damn near silent each time that Sabaoth encountered him.
At last it seemed as if he’d traveled far enough into the murk of the bog; Roka’s form appeared before him as he moved around a cluster of trees, and he paused, taking in the sight of her. His gaze roamed across her frame before coming to rest on her eyes; she looked healthy, he noted to himself. There was a moment of silence as he advanced towards her, stopping when he stood only several inches from her, his muzzle lowering to brush along the top of her skull.
”Roka,” he greeted her quietly, pulling back to gaze at her. ”The conquest was successful.” There were things they needed to discuss, but Sabaoth would not bring them up immediately. In time he would tell her of Odara – though he did not stop to think that the scent of the silver-eyed she-wolf likely clung to his pelt.
[attr="class","pltxt"]The swamp had become an escape for Roka as she slunk away from the dens. Her pups had grown old enough that they could manage without her for a few hours at least. They were little devils for the most part so any break she could manage was a welcome one. Roka loved her pups and the little family she had made for herself here in Kairos, but if she was being honest they had driven her a little more than crazy these last few weeks. They seemed to sense their freedom fast approaching which meant that Roka's attempt to keep them were futile at best. The time had come for them to leave the nest and as reluctant as that made her she knew they would survive. Strong and able like their parents they would blaze into their new lives and succeed on their own. There is nothing she would change if she could, because she knew they could make it. The swamp held a little more warmth than the rest of the island which made Roka a little curious as to why. It seemed the humidity did more to keep the warmth of summer contained within the moisture found there. Roka had been raised in the coldest parts of the tundra so it made the warmth a strange sensation to her. Her full winter coat hadn't come in yet so Roka decided to seek out some more warmth rather than linger by the dens.
Roka's ears pricked as she heard someone approach. This island held no strangers so she knew it was one of her pack mates that crept closer to her location. Relying on her nose rather than her one good eye she sniffed the air in search of something familiar. She wasn't in a particular mood to indulge her pack mates, wanting to enjoy the last remaining warmth in peace and solitude. When she finally located the scent she automatically relaxed, knowing that it was her mate that made his way towards her. News of his return had reached her ears, but he hadn't sought her out yet. His duties kept him busy enough so she understood the majority of his absence. Understanding however did not make Roka any less happy. The Agoge was coming to a close and so this short gift of time was supposed to be for them to share. Her voice rumbled in her chest as he drew closer to her allowing his face to rub against her. A familiar tension seemed to draw up within her as his fur mingled with hers, his scent laying over her own. Roka would never outright admit it but she had missed her male more than she had expected too. He had been fleeting at best during much of the time she spent in the dens, but when he was there it always made her happy. Sabaoth was back for the time being which meant that Roka could finally enjoy some of her time here.
Roka loved the way her male smelled, the way he seemed to enjoy covering her with his smell. She moved closer to him to more fully press her body against his. The months had been long and now that her pups were not present she could enjoy her male. It wasn't until she reached his chest that she smelled something off about his normal musk. There was another scent that seemed to cling to his pelt, one that had obviously been in heat. Not that that narrowed it down any since the majority of the females in Kairos seemed to be succumbing to the effects of the breeding season. Roka had wondered if her heat would arrive with the rest of the femme's but she was disappointed when it didn't return. She had hoped that her birth would not impede her attempts to begin another litter with Sabaoth, but fate was not cooperating with her. Instead she would have to wait until her body was ready to conceive, no doubt too late for this season. It seemed that Sabaoth had gone to find a female that was in heat to make up for what she obviously lacked. "I smell why you didn't come to me sooner."
Roka slammed down on the emotions that seemed to shoot about in her mind. She refused to react to whatever doubt and hurt was beginning to surface, at least until he confirmed her worries. His thoughtlessness made her want to howl. He was usually very aware of his actions, yet he decided that instead of coming directly to see her he would fuck another female. She turned her brown eye towards him it narrowing in frustration at his blatant lack of care. "Is there something you wanted to tell me or did you hope that her stink would get the message across?"
Immediately, as if they had never been apart, Roka tucked herself against him, and Sabaoth was still. In the past he’d been reluctant to show affection of any sort, and while he was still not overly fond of the act, he’d found that he enjoyed Roka being near. She’d been the first one to brave his temper, to reach past it and still push his boundaries, to challenge him. Reaching down, Sabaoth attempted to tuck her even closer, as if he could pull her into himself and keep her close forever…and so he felt the exact moment that she tensed, her body going rigid before finally her head turned, neck craning as she looked up at him, a storm of emotions raging behind her eyes.
”I smell why you didn't come to me sooner. Is there something you wanted to tell me or did you hope that her stink would get the message across?"
He took a single step backwards, though they were still so close that they breath mingled where it puffed before them in the frigid air. For a long moment he said nothing, simply staring at her as he gathered his thoughts. He’d been careless, and yet there was no reversing the decision now. He did not regret bringing Odara to Ina’mos, or mating with her, but in the midst of the agoge and the conquest, he had not informed Roka that he’d taken another mate. That, at least, he would have done differently if given the chance.
”I found her on Vor’asa, lost and alone,” he told her, though his voice was flat, devoid of pity. He was not pleading his case, and he would not allow himself to be seen displaying weakness; instead he was laying out facts with no emotion behind his words, as he always had. ”She wished for safety, for stability, so I offered it to her. She accepted the position of Consort – and she knows what it entails.” He stopped to stare at Roka then, letting his words sink in before he contained. ”Her name is Odara. I know that I should have informed you of her sooner, but I was simply caught up in the agoge, the conquest, and then the birth of our young.” It did not excuse what he’d kept from her, and he knew that. As he stood looming over Roka, he could see the anger, confusion, and hurt simmering beneath her hot gaze. The hurt was undoubtedly the most difficult to endure.
”I intended to come to you first when I arrived on Ina’mos, but I encountered Odara on the way.” Nothing more needed to be said on that particular matter; Roka herself had been the first to entice Sabaoth with her scent several months ago. He was sure that she had not forgotten the immediate hunger that had risen in him, primal and unstoppable. Now that his explanation was done, Sabaoth was out of words; the General simply stared at Roka, waiting for whatever came next – though he was certain it would be nothing positive.
TAG: Roka WORDS: 507 NOTES: He really is a big idiot sometimes.
Last Edit: Dec 23, 2015 18:07:26 GMT -5 by Sabaoth
(Sab-ay-OTH), "hosts/armies of heaven" 2 years | Kairos General | Kenai Peninsula Dominant Harem:Roka & Odara
The words were finally there out between them creating this void that Roka couldn't see the end to. She no longer filled the only position within his harem. Roka hadn't realized that she had allowed this male so fully into her heart. She knew that she loved Sabaoth and would probably always love him in her way, but nothing in that love could have prepared her for the overwhelming hurt that followed his admission. The rational part of her knew that Sabaoth was the general now, and in turn was expected to produce as much young as he could in order to help maintain a strong and healthy pack. Love however was not rational and neither was Roka in this instance. The thought of her Sabaoth even looking at another female made her see red, but it also made her want to howl in pain. He had wiggled his way into her heart forcing her to give up what she held, most guarded, to him. Now that he had her in his grip there was no escaping it. A part of her wanted to shut down the hurt that began to well inside her, to show him just how indifferent she was to the fact that he decided to take another female. To slink back to her old self where she showed nothing of what she felt or thought, nothing, that is, but her anger. Anger was easy to show because she didn't have to risk any part of herself by letting the world see that side of her. It was easiest to share that with him because she knew that he understood anger, perhaps better than anyone else. They had both lost so much and it had forced them both to be strong, it had even brought them together on some level. He was next to her, so close that she could feel the familiar tension between them, his presence overwhelming her thoughts and feelings to the point where she considered just forgiving him because she knew it was inevitable. There was nothing that she could say or do that would repair this hurt, no matter how she felt she knew that Sabaoth would not be willing to give up this new female of his. Then she wondered if some of the pain would ease if she could simply lash out and cause physical pain to match the emotional pain he was inflicting. Intentional or not he was the root of her pain, he would always be the root of her pain. The downside to caring for him as she did meant that he wielded the only real power over her, had the only real way to crush her. It was an overwhelming wave of black that seemed to knock her flat on her ass, as if to mock her for not being strong enough to withstand love.
In the end Roka knew that there was nothing that she could do to stop this from happening, in fact Roka couldn't even say she was surprised by this turn of events. Sabaoth had never made her any promises to remain hers and only hers forever. Motherhood seemed to have muddled her mind making her long for a reality that would never be hers. The model for a Kairos family had been laid out for her to see in black and white. The king himself had numerous consorts that seemed to litter his harem. Roka thought of her friend Datura and wondered how it was that she kept so calm and collected when Goliath took so many to his company. It seemed that Goliaths dream was coming into it's own and Datura was willing to do whatever it took to remain a part of that dream. Was that something that Sabaoth expected of her? If he wanted her to roll over and accept this new female as gracefully as the Matriarch did than he didn't know her at all. There was no merit in allowing her anger to rule her mind in this situation however, because Sabaoth had just introduced competition into her life. Roka could be replaced if she decided to cause troubles for him because even though she knew he had some feelings for her it would make no difference if she tried for force his hand. He had a responsibility to his brother and his pack so no matter how he felt for her it didn't mean that he would choose her. Roka didn't want him to choose her over his pack, but she did want Sabaoth to be hers. The male in Sabaoth had reached out to take another female but that simply meant that Roka would have to fight that much harder to keep him. "I understand why you have to do this, but I wish that you hadn't." Roka wondered how long this female had been living on Ina'mos without her even knowing. It was very possible that Roka had met Sabaoth's newest play thing not realizing it. Roka gritted her teeth together letting them grind enough to relieve some of the tension she felt. Even though he was sitting here hurting her with this news, she couldn't help that she still wanted him. That was her downfall, knowing that he could hurt her so deeply and she still craved to be by his side. He had stepped away from her when he noticed her tension, his physical separation hurt more than she wished to show. Already this crafty little minx had changed them.
The whispers had started about a newcomer to the island claiming to be a consort of Sabaoth's but Roka had been too busy to give them any merit. She had hoped that Sabaoth would be the one to tell her rather than having to find the little wench herself. Doubt had begun to seep in as the whispers grew louder with passing time, Sabaoth's absence had only made it worse. Roka had been alone on this island raising his young and he had gone off to find another female while he was supposed to be away. Training the young of Kairos, teaching them in the Agoge was supposed to be the reason he had left her side, but perhaps it was this knew conquest that away so long. It didn't hurt her that he had chosen someone else to fulfill a duty that she knew she couldn't take on herself, but that by taking this new femme he was taking himself away from Roka. She would now have to share his time, his body, and his attention with someone else every time that Sabaoth came back to the island. Roka's whole life was about to change and she hated it with every fiber of her being. Sabaoth would now be splitting time between the two of them and that is what Roka resented most of all. She was a selfish creature who wanted nothing more than to have her love with her for as long as she could manage. His duty took too much from her and now so did is newcomer. didn't even want to think about the fact that he would no doubt be siring pups without her this coming season. Roka longed for more pups, surprised that she enjoyed motherhood so much. There was something deeply satisfying about being able to watch her children grow, learning to be strong and independent. It was too early for her to conceive again however so it would be very likely that Sabaoth would not breed her again until next season. That was something that filled her with much disappointment. "What do you want from me Sabaoth? You want my congratulations on taking in the poor loner for Kairos or for you? You want me to understand this and drop it? Do you want to hear that I don't care what you do or who you do it with? Maybe it would have been better if I never let myself care at all. Perhaps I would have been better off." The question was mostly rhetorical considering that she doubted she could even manage to accept it. Roka knew that she wouldn't take this and sulk about the woes of her life. It wasn't who she was, her pride wouldn't allow her to be so weak, especially not in front of him. In her whole life she had wanted nothing more than him, but did that mean she was willing to endure to keep him? Was he really hers anymore. This Odara character would be bearing him young this season while Roka would watch as her children either left to participate in the Agoge or complete training here. "I wish that I could tell you that I didn't care about you taking another consort, or that I don't care about you fathering a new litter that isn't mine. Unfortunately for me I cannot because we would both know I was lying. A liar is something I refuse to be, even in this moment."
He was too close to her for her to process any of this without allowing him to see all of her emotions flit across her face. He was very good at getting under her skin, pushing her to the brink of her temper. For now she wanted some semblance of privacy and stability, too prideful to want him to see her pain. It would take him no more than a few words to reassure her doubts. She didn't want him to play around with her emotions today she wanted him to simply be her male. The fact that his words held no emotion seemed to help some of her simmering anger dissipate, because it meant the majority of what he had with Odara was physical. That made it a little easier to swallow. She wanted him to be blunt with her and tell her the blatant truth. "I am a fool for ever thinking that you were mine, to ever assume that there would be no one else. Go ahead tell me that I am a fool for claiming you because it obvious to me that I made a false step somewhere that lead me here. You are my male, the father of my young and I promised myself you would be it for me. You and our pups are my family and this is now my home, so you do what you have to do. If she is yours now than so be it, but you remember that you are mine. I was the first to lay claim to you so don't ever come to me smelling of her again, have some fucking courtesy and wash yourself because I won't have her smell on my pelt. I won't have a part of her lingering when you come to me." She knew that she wasn't strong enough to leave his side, but she was still strong enough to fight for what she felt she deserved. Roka had been his first and while she knew that she was a rough femme with a gruff personality and scarred visage to match she cared little for looks. This little bitch could be the most appealing femme to have ever graced the continent, but that meant nothing to her. He was still hers and she wasn't willing to give up any more than she had to in order to make this arrangement work. She would be as flexible as she could manage, learning to adapt to this new situation that she was being forced to endure because she was a survivor. Roka wouldn't plead for him to forsake Odara or to make her feel better. Roka wanted no pity from him in this situation. She wasn't weak so she wouldn't let this hurt within her break her down, or rob her of the life she had made for herself here with him.
Her fury was nearly palpable, her words as cold and harsh as the winter wind that nipped at Sabaoth’s pelt. He had known that she would snap eventually, and while she had made no move to physically harm him as of yet, her words fell like hammers, until even Sabaoth’s own hackles stood at the sound of them. He did not interrupt her, instead letting her speak as he stood towering over her, his eyes never leaving hers, even when she had finished. For a long moment he stood still as stone, considering all that she had said. There was a familiar tightening of his lips, a heat beneath his pelt, a racing of his heart; she’d angered him, and Sabaoth’s temper had never been something to toy with. It took every ounce of strength within the General’s body to contain the rage that boiled beneath his skin, and finally it became so great that he took several steps back from her, though his stormy gaze still stayed rapt upon her own.
You have angered her with your careless actions, he attempted to remind himself, his thoughts seeming muddled and distant. She has a right to be angry, and you do not. He knew that she could see the fury dancing behind his gaze, the fire that blazed and burned as bright as a sun in his expression; he did not hide it from her. Instead Sabaoth focused all of his attention on restraining himself, even as the silence stretched between them, until at last he felt as if he could speak without leaping for her – an action that he knew would shame him when he’d calmed down.
”I understand that you are angry with me. I also understand that I have been heedless with my actions. And I will agree to your terms.” Here he paused, sucking in a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs before he continued. ”I will not speak to you of her, nor will I come to you smelling of her. I will honor our children with the same conditions as well.” His gaze hardened then, his voice dipping lower, rumbling within his chest as the next words followed. ”And while you have a right to be hurt, you must remember your position – and, specifically, mine. I care for you deeply, and you know that I have always admired your fire. And this once – just this once – I will allow you to speak to me as you have. But I would take heed in the future. It is a delicate line that you toe. I would not recommend crossing it.”
Abruptly he turned away, his gaze sliding across the murky waters of the swamp. He was tempted to leave then, to depart and leave her in his wake, but he would not. Despite the way his fury devoured everything inside of him, Sabaoth did love Roka, in his own twisted way. He would not further jeopardize their relationship by leaving her now, when she was hurt.
”I thought you were aware of what my position entailed when you came here,” he murmured, though he did not turn to face her. ”As General, it is my duty to Kairos to produce young each season. I understand that you cannot now, because you already did. But I cannot simply abstain and wait for your heat to come again. You did well, Roka. You gave me four healthy, brilliant pups, and they will always be first and foremost in my heart…” At last he turned, his pale gaze sliding to hers once more. ”And you will be, as well. I do not forget that you were the first – the only – one that I have loved.”
Roka saw the cold gleam that seemed to enter Sabaoth's gaze as her ravings came to an end. Having yelled at him getting her feelings into words had helped with her anger, anger that had come from how hurt she was. Ranting and him and having him rage at her in return was the only way she could express how she felt. It was better than opening up and showing just how much his actions had hurt her. Anger was so much easier to show and didn't cost her anything. Hurt made her vulnerable, something she did not want to feel in this moment. She would give anything to be able to take back some of the words she had just said, but she couldn't change her anger. The fact that Sabaoth grew angry with her actions made her feel the smallest trace of triumph. His rage meant that past all his bluster and his obvious attempt to remain objective, he cared. Her reaction had upset him which meant that this wasn't just a cold deliverance of facts for him to give, her feelings bothered him and that was something that pleased Roka. If he had turned to leave or remained the cold statue from before she wouldn't have seen a reason to remain on the island. If Sabaoth couldn't at least show her his anger than it meant he had no feeling left for her at all. Lucky for her his anger didn't intimidate her in the slightest. If anyng it helped calm some of her own anger. Them being angry at each other and pushing the limits was something that was normal, something that would never change between them. I did understand what my position here was, and I still do. I am here to birth your young, to raise and provide for them. I was prepared for that particular duty. I also understand your position here and the pressure it now puts you under. I won't cause any problems for you in the future. Her anger was a normal thing that seemed ever present, but at least now that she had broken down enough to snap the rest of it was manageable.
Sabaoth's admission of love made Roka pause before continuing her words. It was the first time that he male had ever said the word love to her. She had always known that he had felt deeply for her, but the fact that he said the words aloud made much of the hurt turn to satisfaction. She felt a little more secure knowing that she held a part of his heart, selfish creature that she was. "It was the loving you that I never thought to prepare myself for. The loving you that makes me so angry and hurt. I will be angry and hurt until I am not, that is the best I can do." Roka watched him for a little longer trying to gauge how deep his anger with her ran. Taking one step towards him she watched to see if he moved farther away from her. Once step after the other she made it close enough to him that she could feel the air stirring as she got close. If he left to wash it would mean less time spent with her here and it would change nothing if he did. "I want to get her smell off of you. I want to replace it with mine." He was her male and that meant she wanted his scent to mingle with hers and no one elses. She knew that she would have to face the reality that she was no longer the only one to play a part in his life. The majority of her tantrum was over now that she had expressed her anger so colorfully. Rationally she knew that expecting him to remain celibate during this season was unrealistic so the fact that he had taken another was no more than she expected from him. He had promised not to force her upon Roka so if she chose she could simply play dumb pretending that he was hers while choosing to ignore Odara completely. That however didn't seem a healthy way to process this whole situation. She was hurt and that was because she loved him, she couldn't stop loving him nor would she choose to. Instead she would have to work on getting past this until it was alright. Until she could face it without the bitter sting of hurt and anger. It was her life now, but that didn't mean she would have to give up on the things she had with him now. They had a family and she hoped they would have many more in the future and she now had him for whatever time he would remain on this island. Taking a deep breath trying to push these thoughts from her head she decided to focus on one small task at a time, this whole situation a little too overwhelming. She reached out her muzzled running it along his shoulder until she felt a little more comfortable that he wasn't going to strike out at her in his anger. Her tongue darted out to lick at his fur, it's rough texture rasping over it until it smelled more of her. Her instincts pushed her to move further down to his chest, but Roka didn't want to push her luck too far.
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