Nothing [Odara/Open]

[Emerald]

Once Emerald had been taken to Ina'mos by Sabaoth, the warrior and the huntress had parted ways. The soaking femme had not bothered to dry herself off; she would feel no lighter without the weight of water, no more sluggish without a dripping pelt, so why bother? She had given in, allowing fate to abuse her as it always would and always had, ignoring every fruitless effort of Emerald's to stop it. Everything that she tried to do, no matter how much she had pushed at it, was always futile in its efforts.

Although she would have loved to have just collapsed on the island's sandy shores and wait for hunger to take her, something primal within her forced her to seek water, to soothe her parched, red tongue. As much as she refused, as hard as she refused, the horrible feeling in her tightening throat was like a master controlling its limp, lifeless puppet - Emerald was the puppet.

Still exhausted from the swim, the ex-Fury could only meekly drag her bruised body towards what looked like greenery. Where there were plants, there was water.

Not so long ago, Emerald's mind had been a complicated tangle of memories and personality and emotions, but now, she felt nothing. The built-in instinct to drink was controlling and defining her, nothing else. She had given up on living a life, a proper life, because she knew that she was never in possession of one. How could she live a life that had always been denied to her?

She thought nothing of the emptiness that was now consuming her as a crashing waterfall came into view. The thirst that burned in her throat made Emerald stand up and take strides that physically hurt to take, but she took them anyway. Her fragile paws had taken her to blessed yet damned water, and if she did not drink, then all of that pain would have been for nothing. She dipped her muzzle in.

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It's really short, but I'm happy with it.

WORDS: 336 | TAGS: Odara, open

[Tala]

Things were so quiet now just the way the pale huntress liked it. She padded along in a near silent manner, like a soft breeze rustling over summer grasses. Her pelt melted in perfectly with the winters palette except for mint green eyes that scanned the turf carefully for signs of life...any life. She wasn't hunting today, now right now at least, she just felt the need to stretch her legs. Pretending she had control of her life even though she went knew it wasn't her call to do much of anything other than hunt. She couldn't even leave the island without fear of reprimand from the Matriarch. It was supposedly for the season, to be present for the lusts of males and expand the numbers of Kairos. But Tala had been in season for a little while and no one had ever shown the slightest interest in claiming her...thankfully....

Her children were nearly a year old, perfectly capable and smart to take care of themselves for the most part now. She was no longer needed to look after them intently despite her desires to do so. She loved them so destroy that seeing them grow up so fast was actually painful as old fears took hold and she began to wonder once again if she would no longer matter to anyone. Be useless, be a mere toy. 

Sabaoth had given some comfort, surprising as it may sound to some. But the scarred General had a heart under all the rough and tumble exterior. He even invited her to meet his mate and children, hoping to forge some kind of friendship between the two. Tala had chose to wait so the motherly instincts to protect the young would have time to adjust and hopefully Roka would not see her as a threat.

Her thoughts stopped and she froze mid-step as a new scent danced into her ebony nostrils. This was not of the pack, what should she do? Sound the alarm, go and defend? No, that was to rash for someone like her, she was a gentle soul and didn't wish to have some innocent come to harm. Slowly, silently, the masked huntress closes the distance between her and the origin of the scent. Silence was her strength and she would use it.

A white wolf drank from the waters, female by the looks of her and now the ever faintest scent of Sabaoth could be detected. So this stranger was familiar with some of the pack. Still Tala watched quietly, unsure of what to do next. Going up and talking wasn't really her forte after all, she was better at watching and observation. Yet she was curious. 

This stranger looked at a little worse for wear and Talas heart went out to her. What a life she must have led thus far. "Peace." She whispered like a butterfly on the wing, not even sure she was heard. Still a wish for no violence was fervent.

Emerald
Just popping her in ^^

[Odara]

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Odara still couldn't believe that she and Sabaoth had partaken in the most sacred act of all. Her heart thudded faster in her chest at the thought of it, her mind taking her back to the most intimate moment the two had spent together. Although Sabaoth was a huge brute with a scarred facade he had a good heart and he always had a way of making her feel both wanted and protected whenever he was around. He gave her good feelings, ones she wasn't accustomed to having and some might think she might even be in love by the looks of things. Odara had never experienced such feelings however so she wasn't so quick to assume that, but she did know that she felt strongly towards the male. Even now she could still feel him surrounding her, comforting her, and dare she say it but she missed it. More importantly she missed him. But Odara knew that he had responsibilities to Kairos as well as another Consort to attend to- which Odara didn't mind. She knew in the beginning that she would share him and although she knew that he had a different relationship with Roka she also knew that he had a different relationship with her. Both of them had a unique bond with Sabaoth and Odara respected Roka, though she had yet to meet the female. She was sure that the female was not happy to be sharing Sabaoth with her but Odara knew that that was just the way things worked around here and she herself was no stranger to that kind of relationship. Her old master had taken multiple mates before her and often at the same time, so overall she wasn't necessarily surprised that Kairos followed the same principles.

She strolled along the well worn path, it was becoming more familiar to her with the more she frequented this area. Already she could feel the changes happening to her body and so she knew she did not have to worry about another male encounter. It provided a huge sense of relief to her and she was able to walk freely without feeling like she needed to watch her back. She wanted to head to the waterfall to get a quick drink, but she also wanted to relax there. It had been a very peaceful place for Odara and she wanted to just have some time to herself to gather her thoughts. As Odara got closer to the waterfall she caught a few different scents in the air all at once. Neither of them were familiar though one of them also smelled of Sabaoth. Perhaps I'll finally be meeting Roka. She pondered before moving forwards. Peace. Came a quiet yet unfamiliar voice and it was then that Odara's silver optics caught sight of two unfamiliar females. One was pure white while the other was white with a darkened muzzle. Odara had never seen them before but it was nice to be meeting others of her "pack." Greetings. She offered with her monotone voice, her auds briefly flicked forward as she waited for a reply.

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notes: here she is ♥
tagged: Emerald + Tala
word count: 541
status: complete.

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[Emerald]

Immediately, soothing, fresh water slid down Emerald's tight, dry throat. The cool liquid hurt slightly to swallow but it was nothing that the Kairos prisoner could not effortlessly handle; she was, unfortunately, very much used to pain. A rough pink tongue continued to lap at the waterfall, urgently consuming the lifeline as if she had very limited time to take it in. Confusingly, guilt seemed to bubble inside of Emerald as she drank. Was it because she was keeping herself alive when she had agreed to die? She felt so confused, so lost... That was why she blocked things out. She had to feel absolute nothingness, because nothing was better than pain... Pushing everything to the back of her mind and instead filling it with static, Emerald could only hear a faded word, something like,

"Peace."

The word was quiet, so quiet that Emerald was unsure as to whether or not it had been spoken. She could not face anyone, not now. Ignoring the strangely distant sounds of the world, the fae continued to drink. Then there was another sound, something that might have resembled a wolf's feminine voice, but Emerald was not sure. Weakly, she raised her head to check for others. She did not want trouble and could not bear to be in the presence of others. She wanted to hide, to get away...

Before her eyes were two femmes, one white like Emerald apart from a black marking on her healthy-looking muzzle and the fact that she was looking far better for health and fuller, the other with strange dark brown markings decorating a paler brown coat. Realising that they had both noticed her and that if she tried to flee then they would catch up, the frail femme felt forced to confront them. The white stranger was smaller than Emerald and the brown wolf was smaller too, although she seemed ever so slightly taller. The ex-Fury's golden-yellow optics met... Mint and silver. Mint and silver eyes. Oh, Mint, Silver, her children... She had let them down... But maybe this was a trial, something to prove to some merciful deity that she was worthy of death. Emerald could not show weakness here, not now. Instead, she contemplated different questions with a small orb of hurt at the bottom of the emptiness.

Were they hostile? Would they hurt Emerald? Would it hurt less to die at their paws than Emerald's own? The gaze that Emerald fixed upon the two new arrivals was surprisingly serene, the overwhelming emptiness that had filled Emerald's mind spreading throughout her frangible body. She blinked calmly, her body feeling heavy but not strained.

"Hello. Who are you?"

Perhaps if this had happened in an earlier point during Emerald's life, she would have offered a more friendly, less immediate response, but the she-wolf no longer had a reason to have such interactions. Her body was relaxed and open so that should one of the inconnus be aggressive towards Emerald, they could easily get the upper hand and inflict damage. It was not as if things could become more damaged, was it?

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Emerald is so fun to write now
Tala Odara

[Tala]

This shouldn't be so hard. Right? It was just one female and sad to say Tala was in better shape than her. Pity clouded the mint green eyes that looked the winter hued stranger over as she tried to figure out what she should do. But before a real decision could be made another presence made itself known in the form of a earthy female who's personal scent was mixed heavily with that of the General. There was no doubting why it was there, although it puzzled the masked huntress greatly. Sabaoth spoke so affectionately of Roka...yet he took another to bear his children. Perhaps it was for the better, a form of protection really, for no one would dare harm the consort of such a powerful male. This moved her to think of her own rather vulnerable state, she belonged to no one..only her children. Her sweet, beautiful children. 

The colorful female offered her own short greeting. Quite the chatty bunch it seems, she mused to herself with a hint of rare humor before it disappeared and was replaced by the more usual timidity and uncertainty. Well she couldn't very well just dart off now even though she felt a tug to do so. There was a question posed to her and Sabaoth's special friend. Lowering her head and speaking in her usual quiet tones, "Tala. Huntress." A simple answer for a simple question, she wasn't really one for flourishing words or pretty verses especially on a initial meeting. 

She glanced over to the silver eyed female then back to the one with gold eyes. Once again she was the odd one out even in such small detail as eye color. No possessing orbs of metallic beauty, simply ones of an everyday sort. Not that it really bothered her, she was used to it by now. She knew she was unremarkable, despite what a select few kind-hearted ones have said, and had come to grips with it long ago. Simply doing the best she could with the situations she found herself in, that was her legacy.

"Your name?" She asked, again being straight to the point and whisper quiet but her expression was one That hopefully relayed her intentions of being kind and not demanding despite the short string of words she managed to put together. Shyness was a hinderance in times like these' but she had to try. This was her pack for all intensive purposes, she should at least try to get to know those within it. What if it crumbled all because of her being to shy to forge relationships with her pack mates? She would bring down all of Kairos with her lack of connections. Refusing to be responsible for that, she would try no matter how hard it was, no matter how tight her leash was from the Matriarch. She would try.

Emerald Odara

[Odara]

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She was interacting with others, that was a good thing right? So why didn't she feel like it was a good thing. Perhaps it was because she hadn't interacted with others in so long and had never really been out into civilization. These two females didn't appear to be an immediate threat to her but it still made Odara the slightest bit nervous while being around them. Of course Odara did not appear as nervous though if anything she just seemed oddly indifferent. Besides the white female with the golden eyes seemed more worse off then both she and the female with the dark muzzle put together. It was then that her silver optics glanced over at the female with the dark muzzle. She was younger then the female with the gold eyes and she came off as quite timid, but even Odara could see that she was in great shape, perhaps better shape then herself. She must be active often. She pondered to herself, perhaps she should get out more and start becoming more acclimated to the pack life. Maybe it was just the fear of the past that was holding her back from the present because up until now she hadn't exactly dove into meeting others of the pack. Then again Kairos had so many members that it would be difficult to meet and get accquainted with all of them. Hello. Who are you? The golden eyed femme spoke and Odara held her tongue for a moment as she glanced over at the dark muzzled female. Tala. Huntress. Well that explains how fit she is.. Not very talkative though. She thought before she herself spoke up with her bell-like vocals, And I'm Odara. She pulled her haunches to the ground then and sat as it appeared that none of them would be going anywhere anytime soon.

Your name? Tala asked of the female and Odara turned her gaze to watch her with curiosity. There was something about her that made her different. She was so broken and defeated and she clearly was not from here. Odara could easily recognize the gaze of a prisoner and it hit her a lot harder then what she had expected it to. Which one brought you here.. She asked quietly, her gaze softening ever so slightly. Odara however felt the smallest flare of anger. Anger that someone would subject this female to this. She herself had been forced to leave the early months of her life underground in complete and utter darkness. Her sister had been slaughtered as well as the entirety of her family and she was expected to always be a perfect little pet. It wasn't until now that she truly felt the anger that had been harbored in her for so long. Perhaps it was because she was witnessing from the outside what it looked like to be that broken. She herself was like that long ago. But what could she do if this female was a prisoner? She could probably sneak her food and if Tala was willing to help then they would get it done twice as fast. It was clear that the female needed to get something into her stomach but Odara figured she would offer first. Have you ate anything?

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notes: ♥
tagged: Emerald + Tala
word count: 581
status: complete.

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[Emerald]

Emerald was still getting the hang of it, but she managed to block out those emotions that hurt so much, focusing her entire fragile being on any words being exchanged. It was mentally exhausting, but if it could be achieved then why not? It would spare the femme of the most embarassment whilst keeping out the pain. In this state of mind, the voice of the white, healthy she-wolf was spoken more clearly than before, no longer clouded by white noise.

"Tala. Huntress."

She hunted? It seemed that Tala and Emerald were a little similar, although Tala appeared far more composed and less anguished. Soon after Tala, the brown fae spoke: "And I'm Odara." The reply, this time, only gave a name and not any other information, but Emerald never specified what she was asking for. It was her fault if someone replied with information that was not quite what she had in mind.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tala, Odara." Emerald's words were faint and uncertain, formal and distant, her vocals quavering with not fear but rather fatigue and simply not bothering to live well in this life. Finally, she had gotten the message; she was unwanted and unloved by destiny, or fate, or whatever this controlling force in her life was. She could not overcome it, so it would be best to submit to its cruel punishments. A soft, angelic voice broke Emerald's morbid thoughts.

"Your name?" It was Tala, the femme speaking ever lightly and meekly. Emerald was beginning to grow fond of her; she seemed nice, but then again, she did not know of Emerald's dark past, of what atrocities she had done to her beloved. Besides, Emerald could not love anyone else; she would just end up getting them hurt like everyone else, getting innocent wolves hurt and betrayed. But then her mind snapped back to the question, racking her brains.

"I am... Uh..." What was her name again? She had blocked everything out, trying to drive away the memories that haunted her, but she drove away part of herself in the process. Her name was... Was... Then she blinked and something came to her through the fog in her brain. "My name is Emerald... I think... I mean, I'm fairly certain that it's Emerald..." What was wrong with her?

Then another question. Why all of the questions? This was confusing, and for a brief moment a flash of fear and hurt showed upon her face, eyes gleaming with confusion, but then it was pushed back again and the void consumed Emerald.

"Which... Which one brought me h-here?" This one felt harder to answer; Emerald sensed that it was not something that she had known for her entire life so she had to think harder, remember more recent events where her mind had felt faded like it did now. They... They noticed that she had been captured? Was she somewhere that she should not have been? "Am I in trouble? Or is someone else getting in trouble? I don't want anyone to be punished for what I am doing but..." If she did not provide a satisfactory answer, then it would be two healthy wolves against one frail—both mentally and physically—wolf. "I think that it was someone called Sabaoth."

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WORDS: 600 | TAGS: Tala Odara

[Tala]

Odara.. Yes certainly someone she hadn't met yet. But she was undeniably pretty, surely one of the reasons Sabaoth chose to spend such time with her, although it was most likely not the only reason. Sabaoth struck her as a male that chose his consorts carefully. Unlike Goliath who seemed to feel the need to simply brand all he could. Shaking her head, Tala pushed the father of her children into the background. There was no need to think of him now. She needed to pay attention to the two present with her.

Things were staying calm for the most part and for that Tala was grateful. Yet she felt turbulence within the fragile stranger. Even struggling to fetch her name. Tala took a half step closer in pity while the snowy female sorted through her thoughts for a name. What if she couldn't remember? We will give her one, I suppose. She mused silently. Then it was uttered..Emerald. A lovely moniker.

She froze when Odara asked who brought Emerald here, dreading the answer really. Was she tricked like Tala was? Promised happiness and joy along with protection but found it was darker than that now. Did the golden eyed one also lead a life of shame as she had? Tala merely wanted to comfort the broken female but had no idea what to do about it. She could only watch as another struggle engulfed Emerald as she tried to recall what happened, Tala had to wonder how much actually remained, what made her forget so much that she couldn't immediately recall her name?

When it was said Sabaoth was the one who came brought her here, Tala didn't quite believe it at first. He was always kind to her but then again he was a General. A position that couldn't be earned if he was soft. Yet it still saddened her to hear it.

Noticing she didn't answer Odaras query of nourishment, Tala spoke again, "Do you remember eating? I can....fetch something...." Was that presumptuous of her since it was Odara that originally brought up the subject? She didn't wish to step on anyone's toes but hunting was one thing she was good at.

Emerald Odara

[Odara]

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Odara stared at the emaciated female, her eyes never wavering from her form. For some reason the very image of this femme shook her to her core. Perhaps it was because it brought back all of these emotions from before- emotions that she had learned to stifle over time. And although Odara wasn't a very emotional female to begin with she didn't like what she was feeling. She found she was feeling anguish, and pity towards the female. Pity because she truly was a pathetic creature. She was skin and bones and she couldn't remember something as simple as her name, but perhaps she could remember who had brought her here. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tala, Odara. Odara dipped her head in response but she still wanted to know who it was that her brought her here to Kairos. I am... Uh...My name is Emerald... I think... I mean, I'm fairly certain that it's Emerald... Odara kept her name in the back of her mind. She wanted to remember her for future reference and for whenever she confronted whoever brought her here. Odara didn't look like a bold female, but she could be. She wanted to know what their reasoning was and as far as she knew this was the first "slave" that she had come across in Kairos. With such a large pack Odara wasn't even surprised that they had a slave, she was just surprised that she had come across one so soon. But she wondered mostly if that was what she had looked like when she had come to Kairos. Had she been as weak? Had she been as fragile? She couldn't take the thought of it and instead looked away from the female. Which... Which one brought me h-here? Yes..do tell. She cocked her head slightly to the side and watched her, waiting for what felt like forever for the answer she was searching for.

Am I in trouble? Or is someone else getting in trouble? I don't want anyone to be punished for what I am doing but...I think that it was someone called Sabaoth. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of her when she heard his name come out of her mouth. Her beloved savior had captured this femme? Why would he do such a thing? She felt bile rise in her throat and her stomach twisted uncomfortably. She had to look away and couldn't think straight. Do you remember eating? I can....fetch something.... She could vaguely hear Tala's voice in the fog around her, but soon the anger rushed through her. She was beyond furious that it was her mate that had brought Emerald here. Of course Odara could not control him, but at the same time she could not believe that he would do such a thing. He had seen the amount of suffering she had gone through, hell she couldn't even see properly because she had been held underground for so long! Would he in turn do the same thing to her? Suddenly she was frantic, her gut telling her that this female had to get out of here. She turned to Tala then, moving forward so that she closed the distance between them. Her voice was low enough so that only Tala could hear her, Feed her and then help me get her out of here. She cannot stay here. Her words pleaded with the quiet femme to assist her. She will die here if she stays. Odara knew this for a fact. The life of a slave was not a good one and Odara knew that she would eventually deteriorate into nothing.

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notes: sorry for the wait guys♥
tagged: Emerald + Tala
word count: 662
status: complete.

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[Emerald]

Dull yellow orbs were hidden from sight for a while, damp, white eyelids fluttering over two golden optics as the body that they belonged to swayed with dizziness. Nausea grasped the elderly fae's tumultuous insides as she swallowed a thick wad of saliva, the liquid flipping Emerald's stomach as it slid down her gullet. After a moment's pregnant pause, the Prisoner's eyes reopened to see the two females standing before her just as they had been doing beforehand. The Arctic femme was finally changing herself, changing where she would not have allowed herself to change, but it seemed that it was fruitless now for the world was finally standing still and slowing down, not forcing her into cruel situations. She had learnt her lesson, had she not? The world was not to adapt for her but rather the other way round. But now, it seemed, when Emerald was finally giving in, so was life—what was the point to destiny's evil little game?

The other white wolfess—Tala, if Emerald's now poor memory served correct—asked if Emerald remembered eating, every syllable itching uncomfortably in the ex-Fury's ears. "Once... I think that I hunted for my pups... But they left me... I'm a terrible mother... I think... But I'm quite sure that eating with them was a memory..." Racking her numb brain for more memories of eating, she spoke again. "I might have eaten yesterday... Feels like it, but I dunno." Once she had finished speaking, her throat was sore again so the timid she-wolf shyly trudged over to the waterfall again and slurped some water. I don't care what they think of me. I don't care anymore. I have to stop being afraid of doing things now that there is no point to things anymore.

Recapping over what she had just said, the diminished form of an Arctic realised with growing horror, despite her efforts to not feel social anxiety, what she had just revealed. Now they knew that she was a failure; they would know of how terrible a mother she was, how she had failed her pups, how she had been so selfish to not stay with them... But I don't care. Soon I will be gone from this life, departed from this dreaded body. I can't wait. Besides, perhaps they will leave me alone now... Or perhaps they will punish me. Better me than anyone else, though. Nobody else was getting hurt because of Emerald ever again. She would make sure of that if it was the last thing that she did.

Why did she even bother? If she wanted, if these strangely stiff legs would work, the confused, elderly femme could throw herself into the waterfall... Drown... Surely it could not hurt too much? Nothing could hurt as much as her life thus far. But no, she was too cowardly... Too afraid of what she dearly longed for... You filthy hypocrite.

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Not sure why Emerald's getting all angsty

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[Tala]

The emotions running through the trip of females was putting Tala on edge. She was a quiet wolf, anyone could see that. But there was a determination hidden within her silence. This broken female wrestled with speech, with movements, it seemed anything at all was a great effort. But then she spoke of memories having to do with her children, abandonment and all in all lost hope. Being a mother herself, Tala still couldn't imagine the pain of her children just leaving her. Raum obviously was slipping away even though she couldn't understand why. All she did was love him. Even with his turbulent path choices she had four children who remained close to her as they continued to grow. If they all would leave.....her heart would shatter.

Lost in her own thoughts, Tala was startled once Odaras face filled her vision with concern written on her chocolate features. Urging her to feed and help rescue Emerald, Tala only nodded in reply. With sadness on her face for the poor aged female, Tala turned away and took off to find something to feed her. What if she misremembered and it had been longer than just yesterday since she had eaten? Over indulging her stomach would only cause harm, but there would need to be something substantial enough to help begin her healing. If only Kayi were here! The priestess would surely know a few things to help Emerald out. But wishing would help no one, she had to deal with what she had. 

Nose to the ground, the masked female searched diligently and hoped something suitable was turned up. Soon enough she found the scent of a rabbit, it seemed a decent choice, nourishing but not something Emerald could over eat with. Picking up her speed to track it down, the huntress slipped into the comfortable activity and nearly forgot everything else while her paws pounded the earth as the carried her closer to her bounty. Slowing down once the scent became stronger, Tala looked around to find a scrawny rabbit, not exactly what she wanted but winter was hard on all even prey animals. 

Pouncing upon her target, dashing after it until the short zig and zag chase was over and the warm limp body hung from the ivory teeth of Tala. Her sides hardly showing exertion in the expansion and contraction of her lungs, immediately she turned back to where she left the other two females. Soon enough she was back and dropped the small offering at the older females feet and then turned her minty gaze upon Odara, hoping for further indication do what she should do. Tala wasn't a leader, she took orders.

Emerald Odara