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[Kegan]

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 Kegan stood at the edge of the beach, stunned by what he saw. Though they had been allowed now to leave the den for several days on their own, he had yet to venture quite so far from the safety of the inner packland. There had been no reason to, truly; Roka had been there, warm and comforting as always, and the few other Kairos wolves who hovered around the dens at all times. Very recently, some of his relatives had returned from another island--where something called the Agoge was held, and where his father was often found--after a victorious battle between his cousin Typhon and a she-wolf who had controlled another pack there. The battle had been a success for Kairos, clearly, as Kegan had watched from the sidelines the congratulations that went out.



Though he had not had much of a chance to know Typhon (or any at all, truthfully), Kegan found himself in awe of the giant brute, bigger than his mother and father and anyone else he had seen. The monster wolf had come home with scars, plenty of them, and one in particular caught Kegan's eye every time he happened to see Ty--the one above his left eye. It was wide and angry, still healing, and must have hurt like nothing else, but it had not stopped the young wolf from emerging victorious. Unlike when he gazed upon his father's multiple scars, Kegan was not disturbed but intrigued by the marks that were so clear on his family member, and were he not so shy he would ask of them.



Shifting his thoughts back to the beach, the tiny male opened his mouth and stared at the dark sky, lightening even as he watched. Blackness was replaced with streaks of purple and blue littered with gray, and the light spilled onto the grains of sand and set them to sparkling. Never before had Kegan seen the sun rise like this, so early, and he found himself enjoying it more than the few other times he had been awake in time to see the sky light up. It was not long before the brightness became too much to bear, and brown eyes moved down the length of the beach, small paws following them.



Though the wet sand was irritating between his toes, Kegan tried to ignore it as he moved along, his dark red pelt ruffled by the ocean breeze. It was a brisk morning, frost hanging on the grasses he had walked through to get to the shore, but the sun would soon melt the ice back into water. This would not always be so, but the pup did not know any better; it was his first winter, and while the cold was not yet enough to bother him, it certainly would be soon.



The changes were all around him, so his lack of knowledge about the shifting of the season would not last long. Ever-curious, Kegan made mental notes to ask his mother why frost was forming, the days were shorter--or so the light made it seem--and why there were always so many birds, heading off in huge flocks that at times took up the entirety of the sky above him. He needed answers, for his curiosity was insatiable, and his desire to explore like the rest of his siblings was only fueled by the things he could learn.



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[Neviah]

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Things were far different than the dire femme expected around this island. Around every corner, there were more pups or females who proclaimed allegiance to this great pack, and yet their alphas had walked away without a second glance. Neviah was perplexed to say the least, given the complex nature of Kairos. It seemed that her Isaiah was far more important here than he let on in the beginning, and yet that had not jaded his outlook on life. But there were many here that seemed to be so enraptured by the pack's ideals that it was nearly palpable. Neviah could not dedicate such blind allegiance to a home she had only just gained; it was more than she had expected, and as such she found herself steering clear of many of the pack's wolves.

As the peppered femme wandered the northern beaches of the island, she spotted yet another wolf looming on the horizon. A storm had rolled in over the ocean, and much like the younger male, Neviah found herself enraptured with the brilliant colors dotting the skyline. It was interesting to see the sky from another portion of the world; where she had once been confined, she was now free. As Neviah, trotted wordlessly to the beach, even the very feeling of the sand on her paws was a luxury that she had once been denied. There were so many things to explore out here, and Kairos had control of just about anything she could imagine. Their lands spanned farther than she expected, stretching both to the devilish island she once called home as well as the darling forests she had first met her love. She was free here - the relief was more than Neviah could have ever expected.

But here, she would have to eventually make nice with the wolves around her. Perhaps a young one, not too much younger than herself chronologically, would be a good start. Neviah paced along the sandy beach, barking gently at the male to alert him of her arrival. The last thing she wanted was for one of the wolves around here to lash out at her and scar up her face. While Sabaoth had been fairly kind upon her arrival, she had no plan to replicate his marred appearance, lest the terrifyingly bright teal eyes be scarred or her red marked face be disturbed. Although not overly vain in essence, she was no warrior. She was a manipulator and a talker, designed to swoon her targets out of their element rather than fight the battle with tooth and nail.

Unsure of how to approach the stranger - for it had been many moons since she had to make the first move on anything, Neviah hesitated, instead stalling several yards from the smaller wolf's position. Perhaps her arrival would be enough to spur conversation, or perhaps they would linger in silence. Either way, she had to find her place here eventually.

For now, this was home.

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Tags: Kegan
Notes: Figured Kegan could use some company!

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[Kegan]

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As the incredibly young male traveled along the beach, he contemplated the changes that had been happening in Kairos. Though Kegan was unsure of the actual chain of events, he knew several things to be fact. One: Goliath and Datura, the leaders of Kairos, had gone--Sabaoth had mourned them very briefly, showing a side of himself in secret that caused the tiny wolf to fear his father a little bit less. Two: Talk was swirling about Typhon, not all of it good; it appeared that, while the younger wolves celebrated his cousin still, and stood by him, many of the older wolves, or ones who were not quite as close to the heir, did not entirely trust him to lead them. Three: None of this seemed to affect his little family, at least not directly, and so life continued on as if nothing had changed.



Ever-growing paws froze in the cool, damp sand as a soft bark penetrated his ears, the sound chilling him as effectively as the wind and causing him to jump and turn his head, alarmed. Behind him walked a white female, her form practically glowing on the dark beach as she approached him, nothing aggressive about her posture. She was tall, incredibly tall for how much smaller she was than his father, but her form was thin instead of hulking, lithe where his family was beginning to become bulky--he could see it more in his siblings, but when Kegan himself grew into his gangly frame he would be wider than this female as well.



Since she appeared friendly and non-threatening, the much-younger male flipped his ears forward eagerly and turned his body completely, his slim tail wagging gently behind him, a small but slightly frightened smile on his face. Kegan had not spent much time outside of the dens, as they had only recently been allowed out without supervision, and thus had not met very many wolves; those who he had met seemed to hover around the dens to gossip and avoided the beach with it's sharp and unforgiving wind.



"Hullo," he said as the white female approached, his adolescent voice extremely apparent, as he made no move to disguised it; trying to train his vocal cords to sound any different seemed silly, for anyone who looked at him would know that he was a young wolf and thus would know if he was faking a voice. She said nothing to him, and so Kegan cocked his head to the side, letting his smile fall a little bit. Surely she could not be afraid of him, but her posture was strange, as though she were uncomfortable here. Was it him? Did he scare her somehow? Had she just come from some terrifying situation? "Is everything okay?"



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[Neviah]

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While under different circumstances the dire femme might have felt more threatened, Neviah was fighting the instinct to lash out. This young wolf had done nothing to anger her, nor was he a threat to her... at least as far as she knew. Neviah half-forced a smile, trying to make herself seem more pleasant and friendly than she felt at that very moment. "Hello," she replied coolly, fighting to keep her inner self from rearing out in full force. This male was no stranger; he was a member of the pack. The scent was coating him from nose to tail, and to lash out at a comrade would likely be a poor move. But that did not make her inner turmoil calm. You have to do this. You cannot keep flitting about on your own, she reminded herself. It was then that the larger femme abruptly took a seat, forcing herself to level with the male. He was not a dangerous foe. He was nothing but a pup here. Did she not just tell herself that a young wolf would be a better introduction into Kairos than the bulk of the members?

After encountering Sabaoth, she could not help but think that most of the males were small. Neviah was quite hefty in her own right, but this was a land filled with intimidating strangers. As the femme finally made eye contact with the younger male, she found herself growing more relaxed in his presence. There was no animosity behind them, nor was there anger or anything that she might have expected to see. In fact, it seemed that he might have even been afraid of her. The light-coated femme could not help but quirk her head to the side, somewhat perplexed by this turn of events. Neviah had never thought herself to be scary in any way. Perhaps it was intimidation more than anything?

The young femme could certainly relate with those feelings. It was going to take time for her to reconcile her flight instincts with her dedication to her new home. While Neviah had not yet put down the firm roots, she had no desire to walk away from Isaiah. The male would ground her, and yet she still found herself battling against not only her temper, but her inner demons. As the young male's word's rang fresh in her ear, she found herself nodding almost robotically. "I believe I am. Are you?" she responded softly, a far less forced smile finally gracing her features. It was rare that the dire femme would let her guard down; even in her current position, she was raging on the inside between her unstable position here, her place with Isaiah, and whether or not she would be able to make it here. Unbeknownst to the new femme, things around Kairos were up in the air. Where she thought that she would soon be faced with her Isaiah's brother, her fears were mounting without base.

"I would assume you are born of this pack?" Neviah inquired curiously, her teal eyes probing the male for some insight into this new life she had chosen. It was interesting to see that, although she was younger herself, she might find common ground with some of the wolves around here. Partially, the femme was curious to see whose offspring he might be. Of the few wolves Nev had encountered thus far, they did not come across as the doting parental types. Not everyone is like your father, she chastised herself silently, pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind. She had no right to judge anyone here just yet. Perhaps in time she would draw those conclusions, but right now, she simply needed to make sure she did not frighten her acquaintance to death.

Finally offering the male a dazzling smirk, she introduced herself. "I'm Neviah. And you might you be?"

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Tags: Kegan
Notes: Beware... she's gonna try to charm him now!

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[Kegan]

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[attr="class","pltxt"] Though he had not spent much time with wolves other than family, Kegan was beginning to learn how to read body language; when the beautiful wolf greeted him in response, she was tense and seemed ready to run, or worse, to attack him. Her muscles were tight beneath her white fur, and the observation was clear even to his untrained brown eyes. The young wolf stilled his tail and lowered his slim frame slightly, to make himself seem even smaller than he was despite her still being bigger than he was--for now anyway. Surely she wasn't threatened by him, but there was obviously something wrong with the way he was presenting himself from the way she was reacting. "I'm sorry, you just seem... uncomfortable," he said meekly, casting his eyes down for a second before he flipped them back up to look at her once more. "I'm okay I think, too."

As she had softened, the adolescent decided to carry on wearily; he did not like to drive others away, and he needed to meet the rest of Kairos sometime, as well as get used to interacting with wolves who did not already know him. Perhaps it would only take time for him to adjust. Kegan hoped it didn't take long, as it was exhausting to go from scared to eager to worried, all in the span of a few seconds. A question was posed, and the male met the female's teal eyes with his own, unsure of whether or not he was supposed to smile again--it seemed safe, but he would hold off for now.

"Yes," he responded carefully, nodding his head in the affirmative. "I was born here. I mean, not here on the beach... but Ina'mos. Roka is my mum, and... er. Sabaoth is my dad." As he said his father's name, Kegan shifted his weight on his feet back and forth, shivering visibly even at the thought of the gargantuan, scarred beast. His father was utterly terrifying, even though Saba had never done anything to him, never raised his voice or used his teeth as Roka had. There simply was something about the male that Kegan didn't like, and he couldn't bring himself to hide it.

When Neviah introduced herself, he cocked his head to the side and silently pronounced the name in his head several times, having heard a name that was a little similar before but not remembering where he heard it. Had it been one of his relatives, or had Roka or his father been talking about him or her recently? Regardless, he returned her encouraging smile with one of his own, though it was not quite as radiant. "I'm Kegan," he said proudly, lifting his head slightly and beginning to wag his tail behind him again as the mood shifted. It was odd, but at least she no longer seemed quite so uncomfortable. "I like your name, Neviah. But I've heard one kind of like it before. Do you have brothers and sisters here?" Now that the question was out, Kegan felt he had a million more, and was unable to hold them back.

"Did you come here to see somebody? Where are you from? Are there trees and plants and bushes there? Are they different from the ones here? What does the sky look like there?" Each question spilled out of his as fast as the next, until he was forced to take a breath; Kegan paused, then, his whole body frozen for a moment, before he broke eye contact and abruptly set his rump on the beach, his body shrunken as though he were ashamed. "Sorry," he said simply, as though to explain his slew of questions.
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Notes || Sorry that kinda went four different directions yuck
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[Neviah]

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The younger wolf was clearly starting to warm up to Neviah, just as she had hoped. It would be far easier for her to carry on a conversation with the youngster than having to face the rest of the adults in the pack. As she smiled gently at the smaller male, she nodded her head as he introduced himself. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Kegan," she crooned politely, fighting her inner self. It would not do well for her to be rude or sassy to a wolf she had just met; it was only by a stroke of luck that Isaiah had been tolerant of her behavior. Had he not, she might have wound up in a totally different situation. In addition, it seemed this wolf was the son of Sabaoth, the large wolf that greeted her on the beach.

"It seems I have met your father, Kegan. He was the one who allowed me passage into Kairos territory," she explained politely, hoping to keep the male from reverting back to the more reserved self she had witnessed not even a few moments prior. Perhaps she could find a friend in this male, where she might have struggled otherwise. It was a safe bet for her to keep herself in check until she had more of an opportunity to feel these wolves out. Where Kegan already seemed to be a bit more shy, his father was the polar opposite. "I would love a chance to meet your mother... I do not know anyone around here apart from Isaiah." The thought of the pretty-boy brute she had left behind in Acerbus was still almost akin to a dream. The thought that she would ever find someone, let alone someone that tolerated her the way she was, had been far from her mind when she fled Tas'alea. But now, the future seemed brighter than ever before.

And then the flood of questions started.

Neviah could almost feel her eyes grow wider as Kegan threw question after question at her. The dire femme felt almost cornered by his questions, particularly those pertaining to where she came from. She did not know how to answer... In fact, the femme wanted nothing more than to leave her past behind. Where she had thrown her past at Isaiah spitefully in an attempt to scare him away, she had a sinking suspicion this male might not react the same way her beloved had. "I am here to find Isaiah... I have not seen him in quite some time," she admitted cautiously, not wanting to elaborate much further on the remainder of his questions. "But I hope that I will get to stay here... It is very beautiful around here." Perhaps he would not notice that she was avoiding some of his questions. Anything pertaining to her past tended to get jaded, and she had no desire to bring all of those things up to the first stranger she encountered her.

They would be lucky to find out about her past at all, if Neviah had anything to say about it.

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Notes: Sorry, I feel like this was awful.

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[Kegan]

 

Neviah seemed to respond calmly to his mention of Sabaoth, despite how the younger male himself felt about the brute; was it possible that Kegan's father was not as threatening as he often seemed? Perhaps it was simply that this female was so much larger than he was at this age, or she was made of tougher stuff than he. Regardless, he admired the fact that she was no phased. "That was nice of him," Kegan remarked simply, making a face as though he didn't believe Saba to be capable of a kindness--though he spoke sometimes of how he was partially responsible for bringing forth new wolves to Kairos.

Roka came up again, and the young brute's tail wagged briskly back and forth, an excited smile coming over his face. "Mother is the greatest, truly. She has endless patience and always a kind word for me and my siblings. I don't know anyone named Isaiah, who is that?" he asked, cocking his head to the side in curiosity. Truthfully, he knew very few of his pack mates, but that was more because he was too scared to venture off alone than anything--and he had proven today that leaving the safety of the dens and his family would lead to making friends.

Neviah's wide-eyed stare was met with his own after she vaguely answered one of his questions and seemed to ignore the rest; he wondered, briefly, if she even heard him, but decided that she had, and simply had not wanted to answer him. That was just fine, he supposed, though he was slightly hurt that she was unwilling to share more with him. What sort of friends would they be, if she wasn't going to answer his questions? Roka always took care to respond carefully to each and every one of his bothersome inquiries... was that the role of the mother only? He made a mental note to ask her when he returned to the dens.

"I don't know who Isaiah is, but I can help you find him if you like?" Kegan ventured quietly, his ears having fallen to the sides of his head when he realized she would not be answering more questions. "I mean, I wouldn't be much help, probably, but if you wanted some company..." Suddenly he reverted to a cautious and child-like pup, having lost his enthusiasm for the interaction even as he didn't want it to end. Neviah was interesting, and new, and he wanted to get to know her, and perhaps if they walked about looking for her friend, they would speak more.


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Notes || Oh my good god I am sorry this took so long. I am the worst. We don't have to continue this for long / at all if you don't want, I can't promise any quick replies.

[Neviah]

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There was something about Kegan that actually managed to relax Neviah. Though the dire wolf was constantly tense in her new surroundings, the companionship of someone less threatening and with no sway over her stay here was a good start. She could not help but smirk at the young male's face at the mention of his father. "You know, I think I might make a similar face about my old man," she teased back to the young wolf. The errant comment completely slid past her filter; Neviah could not stand to talk about her family, primarily her father. The devil had been the bane of her existence, and it did not seem that Kegan held his father in very high esteem either. Though Neviah had no personal dislike toward Sabaoth, she could not fault Kegan for his opinion. After all, she was one who had very potent opinions about everyone she met. So far, Kegan was one of the better ones.

Kegan then perked up at the mention of his mother, and Neviah could not fight back the gentle smile that crossed her face. Though her relationship with her mother had been strained, deep down she had always longed for that type of loving relationship with her mother. That had been lost many moons ago, but Kegan seemed to have everything she longed for with his mother. But the mention of Isaiah was what kept her attention most. "Isaiah is actually your father's brother," she told the young male, "and keep this to yourself." She winked conspiratorially to the other wolf. "He's a really pretty boy. But he's all bark and no bite... I don't think he would hurt a fly." The femme could not help but swoon at the very mention of her Isaiah. Though she was trying her best to establish a life outside of him, it was difficult to fight the all-consuming attraction she felt to him. It was as if the universe was pulling her toward him at every given moment. She could not exist in a world without him.

"I do appreciate your offer Kegan," she grinned playfully at the brute. It was nice to feel carefree like this again; she was certain once she confronted the leadership of the pack, she would not have this type of free time on her paws. She would have a job assigned to her, and it was best that she had her face fixed for life in a structured pack. "But your father only granted me temporary sanctuary here. I suppose it is probably best I seek out Isaiah myself, for I am going to have to be sure I am allowed to stick around." She smirked at him. "If it means I might get to hang out with others like you, maybe it won't be so rough of an adjustment after all."

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Notes: We don't have to keep this going if you don't want. I figured we could get another post apiece out of this then call it good. ^.^

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[Kegan]

When she joked about making the same face as he did when speaking of her father, Kegan perked up immediately, grinning back at her--it was amazing, truly, how quickly his face had shifted. Neviah was an interesting and quick companion, and the young wolf very much enjoyed the conversation she initiated with him. It was a nice change, to be spoken to like a wolf and not so much like a pup. True, Roka always spoke to him as she would to anyone else (perhaps with a bit more kindness, or perhaps not), but many of the others in Kairos spoke down to the young, at least a little. Patronizing words were not neccessary, especially when the litter was nearing the age of the Agoge and a year old. They were babies still, yes, but not quite the babies people assumed.

"I mean, father is fine with the rest. I don't know why I don't like him as much as my brothers and sister... maybe some day," he said thoughtfully, though he highly doubted it; if anything, he might respect Sabaoth when he aged, but he did not imagine any sort of positive relationship with the beast. It just didn't seem probable. "Isaiah is my uncle? Why hasn't he come around to meet me, then? Or the rest of us?" His question was innocent, but his features turned slightly sad. Did Isaiah, like Goliath, choose to go somewhere else away from Kairos? Certainly not, or Neviah would not have come to In'amos to meet him. Maybe he was simply busy helping Typhon, or someone else. "I guess you can ask him when you find him," Kegan added, as though that were important to the female.

When she spoke of finding him, and of not being actually accepted in Kairos, the pup frowned again, tilting his head to the side. "You need to talk to cousin Typhon then, if you want to join Kairos," he said proudly, smiling again as his mood shifted quicker than seemed possible. "He's the one who gets to decide I think. He's pretty nice, but I think he's sad about his mom and dad leaving. I don't blame him." The thought of losing Roka made the young male shiver, and he turned the motion into a shaking of his pelt as he stood up, stretching his legs out before him. "I like spending time with you, Neviah, but I better get back to mom. I ask her to teach me something new every day, and I'm gonna learn about stars today!" With an excited little dance, the wolf had turned in the sand and darted off, leaving Neviah behind without so much as a goodbye.

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Notes || Oh lordy sorry, I'm the worst. You can reply again if you want. (: Kegan just had to GO

[Neviah]

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Though significantly younger than herself, Neviah had no prejudice toward the young male. They were of a like mind, and it took a strong heart to admit a dislike for someone that one was inherently supposed to love and trust. The dire femme merely nodded silently as the male explained that he might, in time, change his opinion. Neviah only wished that would be the case for her, but she sincerely doubted she would ever forgive her father for his controlling and tyrannical ways. The male who had sired her was nothing more than a failure and an outsider in her mind. He did not deserve to be called father, for he was nothing more than a hindrance to the young femme. She had grown leaps and bounds since severing those ties, and it was to no credit on his part. Her sire was never to be seen again if she had her way.

What the femme did not expect was, as soon as she indicated she needed to search for Isaiah on her own, there had been a change in leadership. Apparently, Goliath was no longer the leader of Kairos, and Kegan's cousin had been initiated as the leader of Kairos. The femme raised her brow at this notion; did he have some much older cousins, or was this pack led by a wolf no older than Kegan himself? The idea danced around in her mind shortly before she retorted, "Your father allowed me passage into Kairos until I could find Isaiah. I presume that means he, too, has the authority to grant me membership to the pack. I do believe it is best I remain with those I know until I have a chance to meet the others." She silently nodded to herself, content with her explanation. She had already been skeptical enough about coming here, and she had no knowledge of the leadership change. Why had Sabaoth not mentioned this to her on the beach? Sabaoth did not appear to be old enough to have many older litters, so it would not make sense that, if he, Isaiah, and Goliath were littermates that Kegan's cousin would be more than a year old at this time. It was puzzling and curious to the dire femme at the same time how one so young had succeeded in taking power over such a large pack at a young age. Perhaps Isaiah would be able to give her some insight.

Kegan's mood suddenly changed at the mention of his mother, and she could do nothing but smile at the male's change. Clearly he was close with his mother, and that was good for him. He needed at least one parent he could depend on in this tough world. And so the femme dipped her head in farewell to young Kegan as he trotted off in search of his mother. She, too, had business to attend to, and although it did not involve learning about the stars, the dire femme trotted off after Kegan in search of Isaiah once more.

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