Not Of My Blood {Neviah}

[Roka]

The days seemed to be passing even more rapidly than Roka could keep up with. Her pups were almost old enough to leave for the Agoge and Roka was afraid for them. It was a perilous task that would test each of them, teaching all of her children how to survive. Roka hadn't been that much older then her pups were now when she had been forced to survive on her own. The only difference was that her beloved tundra was an easy place to live compared to the harsh terrain of Vor'asa. Magnificent beasts roamed there, large enough to kill even the most hulking Kairos giants. All of Goliath's offspring had made the swim and most had returned safe, few hadn't returned and Roka wondered if they had died on the perilous journey. The thought of any of her pups not surviving the Agoge broke her heart, especially since she had only just had them. They were too young in her mind, but the tradition had to be followed, and she would not deprive her children of the chance to prove themselves. Taranis and Rhys would have no problem doing the task, she even thought that Kegan would manage to do alright. Even Liadan, her only daughter, wanted to participate in the ritual. Roka understood how her daughter felt, wanting to prove that she was every bit of a warrior that her brothers could be. Fierce and spunky she reminded Roka a lot of herself. She knew that all of her children would find their calling in the Agoge, but the idea of parting with them for that long was something she hated to think about. She walked along wondering where her feet would take her today.



Since the departure of Sabaoth from the island, Roka had been trying to keep her mind off of him. The more she thought about their argument and the rift her anger had caused them more she hated herself. Sabaoth had made it clear that her outbursts would not be tolerated and he had left her feeling like an errant child who had been scolded. She had spent much of her time meeting new people and finding ways to occupy her time. Temperamental as she was it was harder than she liked to admit to make friends. There were so many members of Kairos that it seemed as if she would never be able to meet them all. With the departure of Xena and Datura, Roka had lost the few wolves outside of her family that she trusted. Even in her anger she depended on Sabaoth, because she had no one else that she could truly trust. He was good to her, keeping her and their you safe, providing a home for them. There wasn't much more than she could ask for him. Her feelings were something that she couldn't change no matter how things changed between them. Even now all she wanted was for him to be back with her. Irrational aren't I. After everything I am still a little love sick pup following him around. I can't help it though. I don't think I can fight these feelings. For all of her tough and grumble Sabaoth had her completely under his control.



Shaking her head she picked up the pace, trying to outrun her own thoughts. She didn't stop until she came across a scent that was familiar. Roka couldn't quite place it until a flash of memory invaded her mind. It was on the beach. Roka had found her laying there on the very shore that she had washed up on. The swim was a perilous one and the stranger had been unconscious on the beach. It hadn't been Roka's place to take her in or offer her a place within Kairos, so she had left the femme there. Trying to wake her hadn't been a success and Roka hadn't known what else to do. Sabaoth had been gone so she had sought out Datura to greet the femme, but when she had returned to find her the Dire female had been gone. Roka hadn't see her since, but that wasn't saying much considering that she was cooped up with her pups most of the time. Following the trail she made her way towards the wolf, her scent carrying the Kairos brand. It was apparent that she had managed to gain a place within Kairos. "I'm glad to see that you survived. The last time I saw you was when you were decorating the beach."
Neviah

[Neviah]

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Though the territory was beautiful, Neviah could not help but continue to wander on the outskirts of the pack. The large dire femme was finally growing into her large, hulking form as she reached maturity, but that did not mean that she felt any more comfortable around these wolves than she had the first day she washed up on the beach. The memory of the salt water burning everything was something she did not care to relive any time soon. Though the dangerous journey had brought her back to her Isaiah, she could not help but wonder if she truly had a place here. The pack seemed fully established, and even though there was some crazy upheaval in the leadership, it was far too large of a pack to fall apart. Neviah was likely to find herself making enemies within the pack, particularly with her somewhat sour attitude as of late. The young male, Kegan, had been a starter into incorporating herself into Kairos, but as she wandered away from the beaches of the island, Neviah found herself lurking along the outskirts of the swamp.

Sabaoth's warning still rung clear in her ears, but she could no longer find it in herself to avoid exploring the island. She would not be foolish enough to wind up a snack to some vicious beast. Though she had led a mostly sheltered life, she was more than capable of protecting herself from the wildlife around here. And so she trudged forward, exploring the lands of Kairos in the same way she had in Acerbus, though this time she had the necessary permissions to be there. A gentle smile brushed the femme's face at the thought of her intrusion. Though most wolves would have attacked her on sight, Isaiah had dug himself into his own private corner of her heart. It was because of him that she was here, and she would likely follow him until the day they died. She was his rock... a sense of levelheadedness where she had little stability.

But all too soon, Neviah found her personal space being invaded. A quiet growl rippled in her throat as she turned her bright teal eyes on the intruder, her lip curled up slightly to reveal her larger than normal fangs. However, at the sight of the femme from the beach, she calmed her bristly self, nodding her head in acknowledgement to the femme. "I suppose I do not make the best beach decoration," she sassed back, her mouth tugging into the slightest of grins. "I did not know you were going for help... I suppose I believed I had been left for dead." Perhaps it was a harsh initial statement to the femme, but they knew nothing of each other. She would not soften herself the way she had to Kegan, as that simply was not in her nature.

"It turned out alright, though. I made my way further down the beach before I passed out once more... A male named Sabaoth greeted me there," she stated calmly, turning her gaze away from the similarly scarred female and back over the swampy terrain. "I suppose this place is my home, now. There are far too many wolves around every corner for my liking," she mumbled to herself. The words were not necessarily meant to anger her newest companion, but if she did hear and disapprove, it was simply a side effect of her presence. There were wolves popping out from behind every tree, it seemed. Neviah had not even had a moment alone with her precious Isaiah, and that was all she craved these days. She longed for his company in the worst of ways... She wanted to prove to him her devotion to the pack, if that was what it took for the two of them to stay as they were. Her thoughts were forever consumed with the male, and it made it difficult for her to turn her thoughts elsewhere. But for now, she would have to do it.

"You are Kegan's mother, no? Roka?" she asked bluntly. "He looks like you." Minus the scars, she added silently, appraising the female in her own way. Neviah tried her hardest not to succumb to vanity, but there were times that she could not help but compare herself to the others around her. She was different... marked, so they would say. Perhaps the two of them were not all so different, after all. Their markings just came in two varieties. "I am Neviah, Isaiah's mate," she introduced herself formally, even going so far as to tack a title onto herself and her beloved Isaiah. Hopefully, it would not come back to bite her in the future, but that was how she saw herself. She was forever his. Perhaps the fact that he bore some relation to the former Emperor would help her to integrate herself into this pack. She could only hope.

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Tags: Roka
Notes: Hopefully this wasn't awful D:

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[Roka]

Her steps had been steady and she hadn't stopped until she had made it a few feet away from the larger female. Her show of aggression didn't deter Roka and it was gone before it was even there. Her face relaxed and she grinned as she retorted in a sassy tone of voice. Roka smiled back pleased that this wolf seemed to be able to take a joke. The few other wolves she had met on this island were either too serious or too kind for Roka's liking. There was a light in her eyes that suggested that she wasn't a stiff board of an individual. She was a pretty thing so Roka supposed it was a good thing her body hadn't become rotten on the beach. "It would have been such a waste for you to die on the beach. I would have been left alone with these people." Her own smile was warm and genuine as she took in this new femme. Even from the few words that she had shared it was obvious to Roka that they would get along just fine. The dire femme mused that Roka had left her for dead, but Roka didn't take exception to the insult. It wasn't as if the female had known any better. "Sabaoth you say? He is a truly ugly brute isn't he? One look at him might have scared the remaining life right out of you." Her voice was light and joking as she talked about her male with such sarcastic displeasure. To be honest she didn't care what he looked like, scarred or not he was her male and she loved him. Silly as that sounded. "Ugly as he is he is my male." She wasn't ashamed of her brute, in fact she was very proud of the father and provider her was for their family. Flawed or no he had proved himself to her and that was that.



Roka supposed that she agreed with her evaluation that the small island that was the heart of Kairos was too crowded. The amount of females and pups that littered the small mini continent seemed to grow with every passing day. They would be leaving soon however to participate in their very own Agoge. She supposed this was the most home that she had ever felt in her years alive. This was also her families home and that meant that she belonged here. "What called you here? Destiny? I'll admit I was tempted here by my male." The conversation turned when the Dire female mentioned her son Kegan. She mentioned that he looked like her, but Roka didn't quite believe it. She had always thought that Kegan was a perfect mix of Roka's brown hues and her males darker coloring. "Yes Kegan is mine. He looks more like a mix if you ask me. My son Rhys has more of my coloring." Her voice was filled with pride at the conversation. Kegan in particular would always have a soft spot within her heart. So very precious and different from the rest of her boisterous pups. "He is quite a special boy. How did the two of you meet." She was glad that her children were gaining some independence since they were soon to be gone. The swim to Vorasa would be a long and perilous one followed by a dangerous task. It would be hard on all of them and Roka knew they wouldn't return the same as they had left. For now she would be content to forget how fast life was moving and try her best to make a new friend out of Neviah.

Neviah

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The dire femme could not help but snort unattractively at the new wolf's words. As Roka spoke, she only half nodded in response to the smaller wolf's comments about Sabaoth's looks. And it was to her advantage, as she had vaguely recalled Kegan mentioning that his father was Sabaoth... It seemed that she had stumbled across the male's mate. "I guessed as much... Kegan was talking about you both. We met out by the northwestern beach. I have been doing my best to avoid the bulk of the pack. I don't do too well with crowds," she nearly sneered out the last word, a sigh slipping past her lips. She was frustrated with the number of wolves careening around her, yet she could not bring herself to step away. No, her affection for Isaiah far outweighed any urge she had to flee back to her life of solitude. "I suppose I came here for Isaiah, though I would like to think that I also came here for myself," she replied to the other femme. If she were Sabaoth's mate, perhaps this was the beta of the pack? Neviah had yet to determine exactly how the ranks in Kairos worked. Typically, the mate of a high ranking male, which Neviah assumed that Sab was the pack's beta, though the called him the General, would also take an equally high position.

"What is it you do around here, Roka? I am still trying to figure things out," she asked with mock curiosity. In truth, Neviah was fighting the urge to flee, but it might be in her best interests to make friends with this one. Though of most of the wolves she had encountered thus far, Neviah did have to admit that Roka was closer to her own tastes. Neviah was a bit rough around the edges, and this femme seemed to be able to take her quips without taking offense. "I suppose I will hang around for Isaiah... though I don't know exactly what I will gain here just yet. I don't know how to do this... pack thing," she winced slightly at the last word. Apart from her early life with her parents, Neviah had predominantly kept to herself. Yet in a windfall, she found herself in love with what could likely be the most confusing male on the planet, and she was suddenly part of this massive pack that controlled a quarter of the continent. Neviah could not yet figure out her opinions. Maybe in time, things would pan out here.

"So you have two boys?" she inquired briefly before turning back to Roka's previous question. "I bumped into Isaiah a while back... I believe it was before he had even joined up with Kairos. He was in search of his brother Goliath, though I suppose we likely never would have met if I was not trespassing in Kairos territory," she laughed cynically, the irony of the situation catching her off guard. "I suppose I am not exactly the best at playing by the rules." She had no shame in her actions, though she had no way of telling how Roka would respond. She did not seem like the type to always play by the rules, but Nev could not be certain of her initial appraisal of the femme.

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Tags: Roka
Notes: Posty posty post.

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[Roka]

Roka decided right then and there that this female was someone that she could get along with. With her seemingly prickly temperament and quick wit made Roka very comfortable. She relaxed into a sit, allowing her smaller frame to relax next to Neviah. No matter how much bluster the female gave off Roka had no intention of sitting stiff for the duration of their conversation. It pleased Roka that the female had spent some time with her son, perhaps even giving him a friend. She loved all of her children equally, but she had a soft spot for her youngest son. He was so sweet and quiet that Roka often wondered what he was thinking about. He would sit and stare at the sky or the leaves for long periods, making Roka think that he was much more thoughtful than the rest of her brood. It was a skill that would aid him well as his Agoge approached. The fact that this female had be beguiled into the ranks of Kairos by a male too made Roka feel a little better for her weakness. "I followed Sabaoth here after meeting him up north. Almost from the moment I saw him I knew that there was something between us. So I left my home and trekked here." Roka had remembered how adamantly she had wanted to make the swim on her own. Her pride wouldn't have allowed her to be presented to the alpha as a consort. No, she had secured her own rank in the pack by becoming a huntress before she had allowed Sabaoth to take her.



Compared to Roka this female was very young, closer in age to her son than she was to Roka. It amused her that while her life here with Sabaoth had just begun, she was not as young as the rest of the new mothers. Her life was already at the point where her prime was beginning to peak. She wouldn't fret about it though, her life here was good and that was all that mattered. "I was a huntress when I first joined Kairos, but now I am also a Consort." Roka hadn't wanted to be some pampered brood mare waiting about to become a mother. No she had plenty of skill that she wanted to contribute to the success of her pack. Finding a job hadn't been very difficult considering that she enjoyed the hunt and there was plenty of prey to be caught. "Just find something you like to do and do it. Having a purpose makes being a part of a pack much easier." Her gaze was soft, but she was trying her best to keep the female within the sight of her good eye. "I have three sons actually, and a daughter as well." Her voice was tinged with much pride as she spoke about her brood. She supposed that this wolf was just being polite asking about Roka's children, but she didn't feel bad about taking the opportunity to share. Her pups were a topic that she was happy to talk bout openly. "So you are going to be with Isaiah. I suppose that makes us sisters of some kind." Roka hadn't been very close with any of Goliath's females, but then again there had been too many to name. The fact that Isaiah hadn't gone crazy this breeding season made him an admirable sort, or so Roka supposed. It was a nice life once someone got a chance to settle in so Roka hoped that Neviah could manage this over crowded island. "I was a loner for most of my life before coming here, but they make it worth it." Roka didn't elaborate on who they were instead letting the words hag between them.

Neviah

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The dire femme found herself quite intrigued by Roka. Neviah was not used to other femmes being relate-able, let alone a reasonable source of conversation. To hear that someone else had been dragged to this island by her heart made Neviah feel slightly less uneasy about the situation. And for the most part, Roka seemed normal. That did not mean that she was any less skeptical of the organization. When Roka let her know that she was a huntress, she half-smiled; it was a stereotypical female rank, but there was nothing wrong with that. What confused her was the statement that she was also a Consort. What in the world is a consort? The confusion was clearly evident in her teal eyes as she looked at the scarred femme sideways. "I am not familiar with that term... I know that the Alpha goes by the Emperor around here, and I heard Sabaoth refer to himself as General. Tell me, what exactly is... a Consort?" she asked hesitantly. There was nothing normal about the structure around here. Sooner or later, she would have to meet with the new Alpha... or Emperor, or whatever he called himself. It did strike her as odd that she was technically following someone who was younger than herself. Was she supposed to trust the leadership of a pup for a pack the size of Kairos?

Clearly this was no small organization, as evidence by the sheer quantity of wolves. The question was, what made the pack tick? Neviah had no insight into the pack's ideals, structure, or anything really. There were so many wolves and new ranks that she had never heard of. Yet she chose to integrate herself into this family for Isaiah, and though she sometimes questioned her decision to join a pack, never once had she questioned her dedication to Isaiah. She could see why Roka would follow Sabaoth across the continent, for she had done something not too unlike that herself. "It is interesting to see how many families there are around here," she mused absently. There were youngsters everyone, and it would take Neviah ages to sort out who belonged to whom. It was good to know that Roka had four, and not just one, running around here. She was slowly starting to gather information that would help her keep her feet beneath her as time went on.

"I don't believe I am going to be with Isaiah, so much as he is going to be with me," she smirked, a mischievous look crossing her face. "I have not been part of a pack before, so I suppose this is a bit of a shock. I have never had a sister though. I suppose in the scheme of things, you'd be a pretty good one to have," she smiled a momentarily genuine smile. Clearly, Roka was going to be in her life one way or another if Isaiah and Sabaoth were brothers, but how everyone fit into this puzzle still remained to be seen. Neviah did not know what marketable skills she could offer this pack, and she was not certain how long she could keep her tongue in check or her temper under control to make sure she did not get herself thrown out of the pack's territory. This was a learning experience for her, and she could only hope that things would fall into place before she knocked everything out of reach.

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Tags: Roka
Notes: Sorry about the waite ^.^

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[Roka]

Roka liked Neviah. She was witty with enough sarcasm to keep Roka on her toes. It seemed like everyone she had met in recent days had either been too sweet for Roka's liking, or too strange. Anger was something that Roka understood, but there were some crazies on Ina'mos that Roka doubted she would ever be able to understand. Neviah was neither of those things. She had some bite in her. Her question was amusing, making Roka wonder if the title was something that only Kairos used. It was obvious that she hadn't been a part of the pack long enough to know what all of the ranks were. "Consort is just another title for mate. These brutes seem to need a whole rank for their females." Roka resented the title, because it gave some of the females a reason to do nothing within the pack. Her feelings were that each member within the pack should pull their own weight. The only duties a consort had were to produce and raise the young of their mates.While that duty was important it only occupied a fraction of the year. The consorts could easily use their time hunting or even patrolling the border.

The number of families that called Ina'mos was innumerable in comparison with other packs. There were too many litters to even keep track of. Luckily the Agoge was fast approaching and all of the youth would strike out to find their own destiny. Even her own pups were of age to make the swim on their own. A part of her was worried about their safety of her young, but the other part of her knew they would be triumphant. "There are too many families to count, I am part of that problem though. Here in Kairos there is nothing more important than making more babies." Her voice was tinged with a hint of sarcasm but in truth motherhood was something she had come to enjoy immensely. Her next statement made Roka smile a bittersweet grin. She remembered when she had been just like Neviah. So sure that her and Sabaoth belonged together. Then had come Odara, and her confidence had wavered. It seemed that Sabaoth had needed more than what Roka could provide. She felt a little envious that Neviah and Isaiah were so devoted to each other. She loved her mate, that was a no brainer, but his ability to remain faithful were less than desirable.

The season was almost halfway through and her heat still hasn't presented itself so she figured there would be no litter for her this year. "I think that you would make a good sister. Besides I never had any siblings growing up anyways." The thought of being able to rely on this femme was very appealing. Her list of friends was a dismal one at best, but Neviah gave her some hope to change that. "If he is stubborn like Sabaoth then I think Isaiah has found a good match in you." Roka didn't know the third brother from the Belial brood, but if he was anything like either f his two siblings, than she was sure Neviah was the best or him. These males needed a strong mate, not some whimpering little femme that trembled every time they were upset. Timidity and temper did not a good match make.

Neviah

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Though there were many things Neviah might have thought about the Kairos pack, disdain toward them was none one of them. The dire femme could not deny she was exhausted by the very thought of interacting with all these wolves. But somehow, she seemed to have found a friend in Roka, or at least that was how it appeared at this time. Yet the femme could not help but quirk her head in surprise at the definition of "Consort." She scrunched her nose in irritation, unsure exactly how she should react to the term. But Roka seemed just as off-kilter by the idea as she was. "Why would someone want a rank for that?" she mused, her confusion obvious. "I mean... What is the point? I would be Isaiah's without a title. I don't want a title to go with it. I want to be judged on my own merits, not on the fact that I just so happen to have fallen for a high-ranking male," she snarked, her teal eyes narrowed at the very thought. But this was not her pack, and once again, Neviah seemed to have stepped out of line. A quiet sigh slipped from her blackened lips as she rolled her eyes. She was going to wind up pissing this wolf off sooner or later; it was merely a matter of when.

Neviah's reaction to Roka's statement about making more babies was priceless. Her nostrils flared irritably, a strangled snarl escaping her muzzle before she could fight it back. As much as she was trying to be on her best behavior, she could not stifle her nature to fit what seemed to be the ideals of this pack. "Pups are a blessing," she snapped irritably, "but that is not the only thing we are good for. What use is a bunch of pups running around the pack if their high and mighty mothers are too lazy to hunt for their damn-selves?" Though she was, yet again, stepping outside of her comfort zone and throwing her opinion out on things that likely were not her business, she could not keep quiet with that statement. Roka had at least told her that she had a task other than being a baby machine. There were far better things for a femme to do with her time than lounge around and do nothing but pump out another litter of pups each year. Perhaps the reason the pack was so big was because the femmes did not know how to keep their tail tucked. There was no reason to out-populate the territory unnecessarily, and to know there were wolves who did nothing to contribute to the pack except create more work for the rest of them ground the femme to her very core.

But Roka's words were never those of dislike or contention toward her. Instead, she seemed to be... accepting was likely the best description. In fact, she even went so far as to compliment her on being a solid match for her Isaiah. Neviah obviously already knew this, but it was nice to hear the words of affirmation. It helped her confirm that this was a good idea after all. Though she had no desire to turn into a pup-machine for the pack, she could not deny the attraction she felt toward Isaiah. The male that had once made her stomach churn with his tunnel vision of the world was now quickly finding himself at the center of her universe. There was little she could do to escape the vortex that was dragging her closer and closer to him.

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Tags: Roka
Notes: Nevvy is starting to get sassy XD SORRY!

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[Roka]

Roka agreed with most of what the pale female was saying about the rank of consort. It made no sense to have such a position for females who could have something else to do. Roka's children meant the world to her, but that didn't mean she had nothing else to contribute to her pack mates. She was a good hunter and an even better fighter. If the time came that she had to defend her loved ones she would be ready. It was better than the alternative of lazing about everyday for the rest of her time here on Ina'mos. She had resigned herself to the fact that the rest of her life would be spent here with her mate and her children, it was her home now. Her duties as Sabaoth's mate were to provide him with the strongest and healthiest pups, and at the moment she was feeling content with herself. Her brood was even better than she could ever have hoped to expect. "I agree that pups are a blessing. There is nothing that would stop me from having another litter if I could. Motherhood is more fulfilling that I thought it would be." Her children were greater than any achievement that she could ever hope for, but there was some need for restraint. Kairos was growing unchecked by anything and it was dangerous. Sooner or later they would become too many and nature would create some force to keep them in check. She had lived years alone in the frozen tundra, but within a year of falling on this island her life had changed so much. She had met her male, followed him down to the south and joined his pack. She had given birth to his young and was now ready for their next litter together.



She felt kinship with Neviah, something that she didn't feel very often towards others. It seemed that Aurik and this new friend of hers were the exception to the rule. "I am glad to have met you. Your male is like mine and I feel like I can talk with you. Everyone else here is either sweeter than honey or not right in their head." Some of her own children were afflicted with that condition of the mind which made her wonder if it was this place that caused them to be that way or it was something in the blood. Roka couldn't deny that her own father had been driven mad by power, and she had seen similar traits in Sabaoth's bloodline. Perhaps it was just the natural order of things that not everyone had the sanity of others. At least here and now she had some semblance of normalcy. "We cannot help who we fall in love with. You got the pretty one so maybe you don't want to help it." Roka tried to lighten the mood with a joke. After all teasing was something that friends were supposed to do, or so she thought.

Neviah

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Though Neviah expected some sort of retaliation for her words, there was none at all. Perhaps the females of the high-ranked males did not carry much weight in the leadership in this pack. All her life, Neviah had expected that, as the mate of a high-ranking wolf, that femme would also rise in power. But that did not seem to be the lifestyle here. In fact, it shocked her to find that Roka was nothing more than a huntress or a pup-machine to the pack. She seemed very competent and intelligence, which were two traits that were in sore necessity in the world. And to make things better, she was tolerating Neviah's horrendous attitude toward the world. Though she did not think herself to be an innately bad wolf, she had a knack of letting her mouth get before her mind at times. Thankfully, her rant had been spewed at Roka instead of Isaiah or his brothers. Somehow, she believed the reaction might not have been so subtle had her words been directed at anyone else in the pack.

"I do not know how anything works around here," she mused, the irritation at the very thought seeping into her voice. "The ranks make no sense to me, you are the mate of one of the highest ranking males in the pack yet you spend your days as a huntress... It confuses me. This is nothing like the pack structures I heard about when I was younger." Neviah quickly realized her mistake and clamped her mouth shut, not elaborating any further. There was nothing the femme wanted to relive about her past, and bringing it up around her new "family" would only serve to cause her problems in the future. She had no desire to discuss her upbringing; and so the femme quickly changed the subject.

"Isaiah is quite pretty, isn't he?" she smirked, amused at Roka's observation of her male. If the femme had not just discussed her dedication to her own mate, she might have been jealous at the fact that others here had noticed her male. But just because Roka had a mate did not mean that others here did not. How could she have neglected getting here sooner? For all she knew, Isaiah had wooed half the island with his charm and pretty boy attitude. The fear was quickly welling up inside of her as she cast her gaze north; she would have to find him soon... For all she knew, Isaiah had his own "consorts" around here, and that simply would not do. Neviah would sooner die than allow anyone she cared for to act in such a brutish manner. But... she had to ask.

"Does... does Isaiah have a consort?" she asked, quickly feeling small. Though she towered over the other femme, it did not escape her notice that she felt like nothing more than a pup again. It was as if she had been scolded for misbehaving and was seeking retribution, but her fear that she had already lost Isaiah before she found him was setting in fast. If he had walked away from her, perhaps it would be better for her to leave before he ever knew she was here. Certainly Sabaoth would inform his brother of her presence, but that did not mean she had to make herself easy to find. With the eruption of the volcano to the southeast, it would be far easier to make the swim to the mainland and flee this place. She could not live in a world without him, yet she could not exist in a place where she had to share him, either.

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Tags: Roka
Notes: ALL the posts for you today.

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[Roka]

It was refreshing to be having such a seemingly innocent conversation. Two individuals sharing thoughts with each other ad actually enjoying themselves. Roka had only ever done that with Sabaoth and Aurik. Everyone else she had ever met she had to feign politeness, especially with most of the company around here. none of them suited her. The talk of consorts seemed to have gotten Neviah worked up and that made Roka a little nostalgic. When she had first met Sabaoth she was almost positive that they would be together, that they fit. Her opinions had changed slightly over her months spent here, his sexual appetites seemingly insatiable. He had taken three females this breeding season, increasing his harem by adding Odara to it's ranks. Apparently Roka had read her own ending a little differently than he mate had. They were working through it and finding a way back to normalcy, but there would never be a time where Roka would ever want to share him. He was still hers and yet he did as he pleased. He had hurt her these past months, but she was finding a way to move past it and live on. Se had made her choice and she would stick with it. Even if it killed her to do it.

Roka hadn't heard much news about Isaiah, but news of mates spread faster than fire here. If he had taken a lover here on Ina'mos it wouldn't be a secret. "I have never heard mention of Isaiah taking a lover. His two brothers are whores to say the least, but no one has been taken by Isaiah here. News of that would have spread around by now." Roka could see that the thought of Isaiah taking another female was very upsetting to her. It made her wish that Isaiah would be an honorable character worth the affection she so obviously had for him. If Roka had known that he male would eventually take others to his body she might not have allowed herself to follow him here. Would she choose a different path if she knew Isaiah would take more than one? Roka had already fallen hard for her male so going back was not an option now. Perhaps Roka would make a point to protect her newfound sister from the heartache that Sabaoth had so blunderingly caused. Isaiah would have to be an idiot to throw away a shot at such a good mate. There were not many that could be such a good match for him, especially not here on the island. "You will just have to remind him just how much worth you have. A common wench is nothing compared to a good faithful mate."

Neviah
OOC: That took a turn I wasn't expecting.

[Neviah]

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Though she might not have expected the admission from Roka, Neviah found herself less than surprised to hear that the Emperor and his brother were not faithful to their mates. It was the right to leadership; they could take as they wished, and hell to whoever they hurt in the process. Neviah hated to look as if she pitied Roka, but even with the femme's off-handed statements, she could see the hurt in her new sister's eyes. Sister... The thought was so foreign to her. Now that she was Isaiah's lover, she would have to play nice with the others, but she did not find herself having to force anything with Roka. Somehow, this femme spoke to her in a way that did not make her feel smaller or inferior. They had common ground, and even though her miniature lecture took more of a motherly turn, she could not bring herself to be offended or put off by the actions. Instead, it made her feel loved.

For the first time she arriving in Kairos, Neviah did not feel so alone. She would eventually find Isaiah, but the news that he was not mated with any of the wolves here as far as Roka knew calmed her significantly. She had delayed in coming to Ina'mos, and somewhere deep down she feared that Isaiah had lost faith in her. He was the one bright thing since she escaped her previous life, and she was not ready to let go of that just yet. Roka's words gave her some food for thought; how would she react if Isaiah were to turn out like his brothers? On the outside, she knew her pride would not allow her to be scorned in such a way. She was a catch, damn it, and she would not share her male any more than she would expect him so share her with others. That was not the way things worked, at least not in her mind. But if Isaiah were to stray, would she truly turn her back on him? Her self-respect was her greatest strength, and yet she found her resolve wavering at the idea of being away from him for even another month of her life. This was her home now, and perhaps Roka was just here to help her see that she would do anything for the one she loved.

But Neviah's far more gentled teal eyes fell on Roka. "You are worth more than all the victorious hunts in the pack, Roka," she murmured, and though the compliment was a surprise coming from the young femme, she found that she did indeed believe it. "Do not sell yourself short, either. I believe you are capable of far more than you believe." The femme had just admitted to her mate's indiscretions, and yet she still stood strong and confident. Though it was hard for Neviah to admit it, Roka's strength was admirable and inspiring in a different way. She was able to hold her head high, even after being scorned. It would take a blind wolf no trouble in seeing the affection Roka had for her mate, even if her words were in jest and sarcastic to boot. "The lengths we will go to for our boys," she groaned with annoyance. Perhaps this was why she was really supposed to be here. Fate had brought her Isaiah for a reason, and though she hoped her happiness was that reason, she also could see that maybe she could do some good here, as well.

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Tags: Roka
Notes: NICE SIDE OF NEVIAH.

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[Roka]

Neviah's words were completely unexpected and caught her off guard. No one had ever said such a thing to her and it made her a little uncomfortable. She had no idea what had provoked the sudden outburst of kindness. "Of course I am. I know my own worth." She tried to make her words as strong as she could muster. Before she had come here she had been in a perpetual mode of strength where she never let anyone past her walls Never allowed herself to care too deeply for anything. Her opinion had been that caring about anything would make her vulnerable, make her weak. In a sense it did because she would do anything to keep her family safe. She supposed that Neviah would learn on her own just how different it would be to have not only a mate, but little pups to call her very own. That had changed everything for Roka. It was no longer beneficial not to share any of herself, she wanted her pups to know where their heritage came from. She had lost her way from time to time, but no matter Sabaoth's transgressions she still loved the brute.

"They are such a handful. I have more trouble keeping track of my mate than I do my own pups." Sabaoth was still young and so she had to remind herself that he had mistakes to make and lessons to learn. Things that she really couldn't learn for him. His life had to be his own. "Can't really stop loving them though, can we?" Roka had tried to convince herself that she didn't really love Sabaoth, that she only felt physical attraction to him. Yet there were times when she missed him. Missed the sound of his breathing, his gruff voice, the glint of fire in his pale blue eyes. Now there was no chance of being able to deny it. "Difficult as they are I doubt I would have fallen for him any other way." Smiling once again at her companion her tail began to sway back and forth.

Neviah

[Neviah]

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Though her words had been stated with the intent of bolstering Roka's self confidence, Neviah could not help but noticed she seemed a bit flustered by the dire femme's statement. The young wolf was very firm in the idea that everyone should know their self-worth; Roka was simply her first outlet for such a comment in quite some time. As Roka retorted with an affirmation that she did, indeed, know her value, Neviah could only nod in agreement. "Good. The moment we let these males get us down is the moment we let ourselves slip away." She smirked slightly. A male had once tried to get the better of her, and his precious little mate had wound up barbecued in the geysers of Tas'alea. Perhaps that was why her father had not come after her; she was dangerous in her own way.

As Roka spoke more of her mate and children, Neviah offered her a gentle smile, her heart tugging inside her chest. What she would not give to feel the undying love that was the love of a parent; she could not even find her male right now. She had to find Isaiah, convince him that she had every intention to remain with him, and stake her claim before he could leave her behind. The male plagued her mind nearly every moment of every day, so she could certainly understand why Roka would say she would not stop loving him. "I must say, I have far more respect for you. I do not know what my first impression of you would be, but I must say that you are one of the few wolves I have met that seems to have an actual grasp on themselves and their life," she mused calmly. Though she was not known to be the most level-headed wolf, Roka was a bit like she imagined she would be in many years. She only hoped that she could still have that level of kindness and dedication to her male after all that time. Isaiah was her past, present, and future.

"I certainly can agree... If Isaiah were any different, he likely would not have caught my attention." The words were almost haughty, as if confirming that he had been the one to pursue her. The pride in that thought, especially after Roka confirmed that he had no associations with the females in Kairos, was an ego booster for the young she-wolf. "I do worry if Isaiah will be as interested in starting a family as I," she admitted quietly. Though she had not revealed her insecurities to her mate as of yet, it was certainly a big factor in her mind. She wanted to be surrounded by other wolves that loved her, and the type of affection she craved was not that of a pack mate. She wanted the unadulterated, pure love of a mate and her children. That was all that she believed would satisfy her, and if she had to convince Isaiah of that, so be it.

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Tags: Roka
Notes: POSTY POSTY POST. I'm pretty sure a Neviah post without mention of Isaiah doesn't exist XD

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[Roka]

Roka couldn't imagine that there was a single male on the island of Kairos who didn't have interest in making the family. Some made better fathers then others, but they all seemed to enjoy the act of making the pups. She had never anticipated how well Sabaoth would do with his fatherhood, and yet he had made a spectacular father. Roka had been so swept up with finally being here with Sabaoth that the thought of his parenting skills hadn't crossed her mind until after she was already pregnant. Conceiving the pups had been an afterthought to her actual intention of cementing the bond between Sabaoth and herself. The love play had been fun to say the least, but the end result of becoming a mother had been the most fulfilling part of the ordeal. Claiming Sabaoth's body had only been another way for her to prove to herself that she really was his. Roka couldn't imagine what this young female must be thinking about her potential mate, but if Isaiah was anything like his brother he had nothing to worry about. "You should probably ask him about it, but come now. You are beautiful enough to charm him into agreement. I don't think there is a male on this island who could resist his mate. Especially if this is your first time." Isaiah would no doubt be looking to finalize his claim to her as she was to him. They were still young and had time to wait until Neviah found her heat, but until that time they had an opportunity to make a plan for the future. Roka's arrival in Kairos had been a whirlwind of pushing boundaries and fiery tempers. She had not been in love with her brute the first time he had taken her, not like she was now.



"If he loves you then there I no way you cannot work through it together. If he is anything like his brother, he is sure to make a great father." Roka spoke of Sabaoth for she ahd no idea what kind of father the other brother made. He had a whole hoarde of offspring both on the island and other places She could not tell if he even cared about all of his offspring. The fact that Isaiah seemed willing to commit to Neviah gave Roka hope that there would be only good tiems in her sisters future.





Neviah

OOC: Can we wrap this thread up?