Post by Typhon on Jan 3, 2016 19:52:40 GMT -5
"So many ridges on Anikira... I wonder where they all come from," Typhon muttered under his breath, shaking his massive head as he carefully traversed the rocky outcropping. After his time in the Agoge and then exploring Kal'dyne, he was fairly confident on the slope despite his immense frame, and this one was much more forgiving than the cliff he had scaled to retrieve his egg. The difference, however, was that the rocks here were sharper, meaning that if her were to stumble, his injuries would be fairly severe depending on which way he fell. But that did not concern him on this day.
Today was not about wounds, but exploration. Having recently become Emperor of Kairos, Typhon needed to survey his lands and refresh the markers that defined them--they had grown weak and stale, and had never been touched by the young wolf, only his father and the other high-ranking wolves who had come along during the conquest. The thought of his father turned the wolf's stomach in knots, and he swallowed the emotion that welled up within him. It had been weeks, but the pain hovered in the back of Ty's mind, haunting him when he slept and poking at his thoughts when awake. Fenrir's voice in his head was continually reassuring, but there were times when the grief was too much. If it had only been Goliath, perhaps it would not be so.
But Datura had abandoned him as well. His beautiful, sweet, perfect mother had turned from him for the last time and not looked back as he sat defeated and broken upon the beach. There was no anger in the memory, not any more; the anger had been directed not at his parents, but at himself, anyway. Somehow he could not shake the feeling that it had been his actions that had prompted their leaving, though he didn't know how. They had mentioned the ever-expanding nature of the pack, which Ty had directly contributed to with his conquest of Valyn, but was it truly that event that set them to swim away, or was it a combination of factors? Regardless, they were gone and would not be returning, and so the young male resigned himself to the fact and began to move on.
It had been surprisingly easy for the inexperienced male to reveal to Kairos that he would be leading them; most of the pack regarded him as a kind and gentle soul, for he was at his core, despite his violent tendencies and the blood lust he knew was beneath it all. Onyx, Olympus, Fawn... they had all grown up together, and Typhon knew he had their trust and confidence without question. Messoria and Sabaoth, as well, had declared that they would follow Typhon to the pits of hell if that was where they needed to go to support him, and it felt wonderful to know that he was not regarded as useless or naive.
With the tight-knit nature of his siblings and half-siblings to guide him, Typhon had begun to make subtle but important moves and changes within Kairos, hoping to inspire unity throughout the tragic loss and keep spirits up, as well as to take care of things that Goliath had not been. A large part of that was to declare, definitively, that while harems and breeding was still encouraged, Typhon had no desire in forcing any female to bear pups if it was not her choice, and that no female would be looked down upon for refusing. Additionally, he intended to grant more she-wolves positions of power, once he had a clear picture of what duties he would need help with, and which wolf was best suited for such a task.
As he reached the smooth top of the ridge, the giant male sighed and took a deep breath in immediately after, scenting the foreign territory in an attempt to learn more about it. He knew only roughly where the borders were, having talked to Sabaoth and gotten information instead of bringing the General along with him. While his uncle would have happily accompanied the male, Ty needed Ina'mos to be safe, and who better to protect it then Saba? The grizzled wolf would do as Typhon asked, and often went above and beyond for his nephew, which was the only reason he felt comfortable leaving the main land. His worry was that Valeria, seeking revenge, would steal into Kairos territory and attack without mercy, as he had done, but he was prepared for her. The foolish female could try all she wanted to take back her land, or steal anew; Typhon would die before he let her defeat him.
In the distance walked a small frame that pulled the brute from his thoughts, focusing his attention on a form that was decidedly lupine. Typhon's bright green eyes stared intently at the small figure as he slowly approached, not wanting to alarm the creature--female, if his suspicion was correct--but also wanting to make it clear that he was going to confront her. She was no wolf he had ever met, and though he was near the edge of the territory, it still belonged to him. "You there," he called loudly, his voice even but firm. "Come here."
Words || 898
Tags || Avariella
Notes || Here you are my darling.< 3
Today was not about wounds, but exploration. Having recently become Emperor of Kairos, Typhon needed to survey his lands and refresh the markers that defined them--they had grown weak and stale, and had never been touched by the young wolf, only his father and the other high-ranking wolves who had come along during the conquest. The thought of his father turned the wolf's stomach in knots, and he swallowed the emotion that welled up within him. It had been weeks, but the pain hovered in the back of Ty's mind, haunting him when he slept and poking at his thoughts when awake. Fenrir's voice in his head was continually reassuring, but there were times when the grief was too much. If it had only been Goliath, perhaps it would not be so.
But Datura had abandoned him as well. His beautiful, sweet, perfect mother had turned from him for the last time and not looked back as he sat defeated and broken upon the beach. There was no anger in the memory, not any more; the anger had been directed not at his parents, but at himself, anyway. Somehow he could not shake the feeling that it had been his actions that had prompted their leaving, though he didn't know how. They had mentioned the ever-expanding nature of the pack, which Ty had directly contributed to with his conquest of Valyn, but was it truly that event that set them to swim away, or was it a combination of factors? Regardless, they were gone and would not be returning, and so the young male resigned himself to the fact and began to move on.
It had been surprisingly easy for the inexperienced male to reveal to Kairos that he would be leading them; most of the pack regarded him as a kind and gentle soul, for he was at his core, despite his violent tendencies and the blood lust he knew was beneath it all. Onyx, Olympus, Fawn... they had all grown up together, and Typhon knew he had their trust and confidence without question. Messoria and Sabaoth, as well, had declared that they would follow Typhon to the pits of hell if that was where they needed to go to support him, and it felt wonderful to know that he was not regarded as useless or naive.
With the tight-knit nature of his siblings and half-siblings to guide him, Typhon had begun to make subtle but important moves and changes within Kairos, hoping to inspire unity throughout the tragic loss and keep spirits up, as well as to take care of things that Goliath had not been. A large part of that was to declare, definitively, that while harems and breeding was still encouraged, Typhon had no desire in forcing any female to bear pups if it was not her choice, and that no female would be looked down upon for refusing. Additionally, he intended to grant more she-wolves positions of power, once he had a clear picture of what duties he would need help with, and which wolf was best suited for such a task.
As he reached the smooth top of the ridge, the giant male sighed and took a deep breath in immediately after, scenting the foreign territory in an attempt to learn more about it. He knew only roughly where the borders were, having talked to Sabaoth and gotten information instead of bringing the General along with him. While his uncle would have happily accompanied the male, Ty needed Ina'mos to be safe, and who better to protect it then Saba? The grizzled wolf would do as Typhon asked, and often went above and beyond for his nephew, which was the only reason he felt comfortable leaving the main land. His worry was that Valeria, seeking revenge, would steal into Kairos territory and attack without mercy, as he had done, but he was prepared for her. The foolish female could try all she wanted to take back her land, or steal anew; Typhon would die before he let her defeat him.
In the distance walked a small frame that pulled the brute from his thoughts, focusing his attention on a form that was decidedly lupine. Typhon's bright green eyes stared intently at the small figure as he slowly approached, not wanting to alarm the creature--female, if his suspicion was correct--but also wanting to make it clear that he was going to confront her. She was no wolf he had ever met, and though he was near the edge of the territory, it still belonged to him. "You there," he called loudly, his voice even but firm. "Come here."
Words || 898
Tags || Avariella
Notes || Here you are my darling.< 3
