Post by Typhon on Jan 3, 2016 20:08:39 GMT -5
The desolate ruins of the forest were depressing, matching Typhon's mood as he trailed along, almost aimlessly, through the blackened trees of the dead woods. It was a quiet land, the only sound being the heavy footfalls of the massive wolf who traversed the area. He had seen very little life, and none that could sustain a pack; Ty wondered briefly if Goliath had conquered the land before or after it turned useless. There was, he supposed, signs of new plant life popping up beneath the ash he trod upon, but the feeble grasses would do little to truly support even the smallest of prey. With luck, the greenery would recover before the vegetarians of the area decimated the new growth.
Life moves on after tragedy, Typhon. This is a prime example, cooed a soft voice, one only the giant wolf had ever heard. You will sprout up the same as the greenery, and become greater than that which came before you. The sound of it was comforting, but not as much as it once was; the loss of his parents was still weighing heavily on the young wolf, though the shouldering of so much extra responsibility was actually a blessing. He was able to distract himself enough that it was only rarely he let the sadness consume him, and even then, the duties of Kairos prevented him from falling too far into depression. It was a battle, but one he was slowly winning, thanks largely to the support of everyone--well, almost everyone.
Though he had heard nothing in particular, there were many whispers floating around Ina'mos and beyond, and not all of them were kind to the young wolf. It was to be expected; he was vastly inexperienced, barely tested in the ways of adulthood, with almost no preening to have prepared him for the responsibilities he now held. But it was not his fault, none of it; Goliath had not blamed him or anyone else for his leaving, and it had been no one event that brought about the abandonment of their emperor. Typhon could not possibly be blamed, nor could leadership of Kairos been passed to anyone else; Sabaoth, perhaps, but the General was comfortable where he was, and not technically the heir to the throne.
Besides, Typhon was not entirely unqualified; he had already proven himself fierce and unstoppable by conquering a territory and killing an enemy. He had begun to revamp the laws and ranks of Kairos, opening up possibilities to everyone and allowing for more freedom, as well as attempting to fill positions that Goliath had left open--if only to help him lead without having so much responsibility to himself. It also served to raise pack moral, or so he hoped, as having a chance at leadership was something many wolves held dear to their hearts. If he could gain the admiration of his pack mates, perhaps he would make a decent leader.
Shaking his head, the tawny wolf continued on in silence, only half paying attention to his surroundings. Everything would work out, or it would not; regardless, he would give it his best, and hope that Kairos stood behind him for as long as possible.
Words || 541
Tags || Nimue
Notes || Wow worst ever
Life moves on after tragedy, Typhon. This is a prime example, cooed a soft voice, one only the giant wolf had ever heard. You will sprout up the same as the greenery, and become greater than that which came before you. The sound of it was comforting, but not as much as it once was; the loss of his parents was still weighing heavily on the young wolf, though the shouldering of so much extra responsibility was actually a blessing. He was able to distract himself enough that it was only rarely he let the sadness consume him, and even then, the duties of Kairos prevented him from falling too far into depression. It was a battle, but one he was slowly winning, thanks largely to the support of everyone--well, almost everyone.
Though he had heard nothing in particular, there were many whispers floating around Ina'mos and beyond, and not all of them were kind to the young wolf. It was to be expected; he was vastly inexperienced, barely tested in the ways of adulthood, with almost no preening to have prepared him for the responsibilities he now held. But it was not his fault, none of it; Goliath had not blamed him or anyone else for his leaving, and it had been no one event that brought about the abandonment of their emperor. Typhon could not possibly be blamed, nor could leadership of Kairos been passed to anyone else; Sabaoth, perhaps, but the General was comfortable where he was, and not technically the heir to the throne.
Besides, Typhon was not entirely unqualified; he had already proven himself fierce and unstoppable by conquering a territory and killing an enemy. He had begun to revamp the laws and ranks of Kairos, opening up possibilities to everyone and allowing for more freedom, as well as attempting to fill positions that Goliath had left open--if only to help him lead without having so much responsibility to himself. It also served to raise pack moral, or so he hoped, as having a chance at leadership was something many wolves held dear to their hearts. If he could gain the admiration of his pack mates, perhaps he would make a decent leader.
Shaking his head, the tawny wolf continued on in silence, only half paying attention to his surroundings. Everything would work out, or it would not; regardless, he would give it his best, and hope that Kairos stood behind him for as long as possible.
Words || 541
Tags || Nimue
Notes || Wow worst ever