Journey's End {Messoria}

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[attr="class","pltxt"] It had been too long since he had seen the crystalline shores of his beloved home. Much had changed within himself over the months he had spent completing his Agoge. He had used the majority of his time in the Vor'asa territory completing his own journey from pup to adult. He knew that he was still only a year old, but there was something different about him. The time away from his family had hardened him. The world was no longer a pretty place where he could see the light and hope in everything. He had seen the hardships that the land away from Ina'mos held, but he did not regret the chain of events that had opened his eyes. No he had learned too much to ever regret his time there. When he had first left he had been so resentful of leaving his mother and siblings. His craving for glory only came in second to the love he felt for his family, his mother. She had always been his greatest ally in everything that he had done. He trusted her more than he did anyone, even his own father. The giant of a brute had barely been there for his childhood, but his mother had always been a constant in his life. Morrigan and Nimue had left before his own adventure had begun, Croix was now completing his own Agoge, and Fawn was probably still on the island. He held some affection for his siblings, but he had siblings and half-siblings to spare. Getting his egg had been an easy enough task once he had formulated a plan to storm the eagle's nest. The training that he had undergone was to discipline himself. He was a warrior now and that meant that he could not allow him to be sloppy, not in his strategy, or how he carried out his strategy. The eagle seeed to stay on a consistent schedule of going to hunt before returning to roost on her brood. He had made sure to get as close as he could to observe the mother. She had been much larger than he had ever thought to expect, her wingspan almost as long as he was. If she had felt so inclined she could have carried him away as her dinner. Hyperion hadn't been afraid of the cunning beast, no he held great respect for his opponent. He was stealing something very precious from her so he made sure not to disturb the rest of her brood. There had been three eggs in total within her nest, Hyperion had chosen the largest of the three. It was a well balanced egg that didn't tilt one way or the other. It was grey with bluish speckles coving the top of it. The shell was hardy and fragile all at once and Hyperion hoped that it would make the journey home.



Taking gentle steps towards the water he nudged the egg towards the churning water. No doubt it would be cold because of the winter season, but he hoped that the frigid water would not turn his egg sour. He had worked so very hard to get this far, to choose an egg that was surely the best of the bunch. It is heavy enough. It would be a difficult task making the swim and keeping the egg afloat, this was the end of this journey. He would soon begin another, but he had to survive this task first. Wading in he was fully submerged in the water in minutes. The egg was too large for him to carry it in his mouth so he kept it afloat by balancing it on his muzzle. It made it hard to breath and the salty water burned his lungs as he went. It seemed like hours passed before he finally caught sight of his beloved Ina'mos. His legs began to kick faster, his breath wheezing out of his lungs as he pushed forward. He had to be gentle with his prize as he stepped from the icy sea, but finally he had made it onto the shore. Shuffling his egg further up the beach he made sure that it wouldn't tumble back into the treacherous water. It took him long minutes to catch his breath before he looked over his homeland. It looked just the same as when he had left, he didn't expect anything to be different here, the only differences he thought to expect were in himself. Shaking the salt water from his pelt he did his best to adjust tot he cold air that seemed to cut straight through his pelt. Damn it was good to be home. Raising his muzzle to the sky he let out an almighty howl of triumph calling out to any that would answer. He knew that there was a ceremony that had to be followed in order for him to complete his Agoge so he would wait here for whomever would reply to his call. His father or even his uncles were all candidates for him to present his egg to but deep in his heart he knew that there was someone else that he wanted to see. The only face that he had missed during his travel. Messoria. Hers was the first face he wanted to see as he finally allowed himself to rest knowing that after months he was home.

Messoria  

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[Messoria]

The moment the howl reached her velvety auds, Messoria knew who it belonged to. From her place slumbering lightly at the foot of the falls, her eyes opened, head lifting immediately as her gaze moved towards the shores. She would have known the timbre of Hyperion’s voice anywhere; the sound of it brought a smile to her muzzle as she stood. It seemed as if he had returned from the Agoge, the triumph in his tone speaking clearly. He had succeeded at his task, and Messoria was determined to see the outcome of his egg-breaking. She would not have missed it for the world.

Small paws carried her forward swiftly as she started for the beach, her heart pumping in anticipation. It had seemed like ages since he’d been gone, though truly she knew it had not been so long. Still, when at last she broke through the trees and caught a glimpse of his hulking form on the distant shore, a sigh of relief mingled with glee slipped from her muzzle. He looked healthy, strong, and there were no obvious injuries that she could spot as she slipped down the beach towards him, stopping in front of her son.

He was so much larger than her that she wondered if it was difficult for others to belief that she birthed him; he dwarfed her entirely as she craned her head back to look up at him, extending her neck to brush her muzzle lightly against the bottom of his own, for she could reach no higher. Drawing back a single step, her amber eyes flicked across his form, her happiness evident in the blaze of her eyes. He was the spitting image of her, more similar in appearance to his mother than even Morrigan had been – save for his bright emerald eyes. ”You look well, my son,” she said at last, feeling the weight of the last few months lifting from her shoulders. Hyperion had always been so very fond of her, his gentle adoration making her heart melt. Though he’d done plenty of sparring with his siblings, there were often times were he would simply sit with her, fitting neatly underneath her chin as he sat between her paws. Now it was hard to believe that he had ever been so small. So much had changed.

”I know someone will be along to break your egg soon,” she said, her eyes flitting to the ivory oval where it sat safely at his paws, before returning to him. ”But I hope you will allow me to stay and witness it. I am so very proud of you.”

Words : 439
Muse : Good <3 
Tags : Hyperion
Notes : ahhh my heart 

[Hyperion]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]  The sight of his mother filled Hyperion with joy, his heart slamming in his chest. He had known that her face was the first he wanted to see, the only that he cared to see. She was beautiful as ever as she made her way over to him, her dark mottled coat an almost perfect reflection of his. Messoria looked the same, if not a little smaller than he remembered her. Every night he would fall asleep with the thoughts of making her proud, of returning home to her. He took a moment to look his mother over, pleased that she looked healthy. On the swim over he had wondered if his mother would be pregnant. Despite how selfish it was to think it, Hyperion had hoped that his mother wouldn't be just so he could have her to himself.

When he felt her muzzle brush against him he abandoned those thoughts. A deep rumble made it's way out of his chest and his tail began to sway gently behind him. He leaned down so that his mother could better reach him, unwilling to let the show of affection end just yet. His long rough tongue lolled out, licking gently at her ebony cheek. "It is good to be home." Hyperion's tone was deep and gruff, but it was also filled with a relieved satisfaction. Hyperion hadn't realized how much he had grown until he saw how large he was compared to his mother. He supposed if he wanted to cuddle with Messoria now he would no longer be able to fit so perfectly into her chest. Now she would have to fit tucked into his.

Her mention of someone coming along to break his egg brought a mischievous smile to his face. He shook his head at his mother another deep rumble coming from his lips. Tradition had always stated that a warrior was to be the one who broke the egg and determined the young wolf's fate. Hyperion was not going to follow it in this instance. "No mother. No one else is coming." He supposed it was possible that some warrior was responding to his call, but it mattered not. No one was going to touch his egg. He knew his words probably confused her because she expected him to present his egg to someone else, but he had no intention of doing that. Hyperion had known from the moment he had left the shores of Vor'asa that there would be no other. "You cannot watch." He was stalling on purpose trying to see just what his mother's reaction would be to the words he was about to speak. He waited until her eyes raised to his. She would have to look at him and see just how much sincerity he held in this decision. He had not made it lightly, for when eh had sat down to make the decision she had been the only one that he trusted more than anyone. He was so proud that she was his mother and he wanted her to know just how much he loved her. There was no better choice in his mind. "Mom you will be too busy breaking my egg to watch." Leaning down he nudged his egg, moving it until it stood directly in front of her. Standing back he waited for the egg to be broken. For his fate to be revealed. His eyes softened as he allowed the full weight of his words and actions sink in. "I am ready" 

Messoria

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[Messoria]

"No mother. No one else is coming."

Messoria’s head tilted to one side, her expression one of obvious confusion as she dipped her head back to gaze up at her son. Of course he knew that someone would have to break his egg, and so his words were lost on the she-wolf, whose muzzle parted to ask for clarification. But before she could, he spoke again, and his words made her mouth snap closed, her teeth clacking together audibly. He did not want her to see the breaking of his egg. Somehow, someway, she had displeased her son. She knew that this was his moment, and perhaps it had been foolish of her to think that he would want her here for it. But then again he spoke, and this time his words wiped away all traces of doubt within her mind.

”Mom you will be too busy breaking my egg to watch."

She was, to put it simply, stunned. Young wolves returning from the agoge usually sought out warriors, such as the General and the Judge, or other higher-ranking members. But for him to come to her…it was something the Matriarch never would have seen coming. Then again, she supposed there was no rule banning her from breaking his egg; the sole requirement had been that someone over the rank of Gladiator oversee the ceremony, and she was far above it now. She did not bother to ask him if he was sure. She could see that he was from the sincerity and determination in his gaze, so Messoria straightened as he pushed his egg towards her, struggling to contain the riot of emotions inside of her. She had been lost lately, confused and alone in the wake of abandonment, but now Hyperion had brought her such joy that she could not possibly keep the radiant smile from spreading across her maw.

Gently she pulled the egg closer to her, wrapping her lips around it and squeezing until the shell fractured. Then, piece by piece, she pulled away the shards until what was inside was revealed. She took a single step back so that Hyperion could see, lifting her gaze to his as she thought back to the words and outcomes she’d heard spoken by Goliath himself so long ago as he detailed the meaning of each chick. Hyperion’s was small, not quite fully formed but near enough to it, the significance clear.

”The gods believe that you have potential, my son,” she told him, the pride evident in her voice. ”You have not yet been presented with an opportunity to prove yourself fully…but you will. And when you do, you will be capable of greatness.”

The rest was for him to do – consuming the chick would seal his fate, and then Hyperion would officially be a Gladiator. ”Congratulations, Hyperion. You have done so well.” And now Hyperion stood before her no longer as a pup, but instead as a young adult, a warrior of Kairos. Still, Messoria knew in her heart that he would always be her son, and she would never forget the loving little pup who she’d raised from infancy.

Words : 524
Muse : Excellent!
Tags : Hyperion
Notes : Awhhh ;-;

[Hyperion]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Perhaps the brute should feel bad for causing his mother distress, but the look of astonishment melted any feeling of guilt away. He knew that he was always expected to give his egg to some high ranking warrior, choosing to share his most triumphant moment of his life with an almost stranger. Both of his uncles knew him less than a perfect stranger. It was laughable the tradition that required males to look up to other males. In his eyes Messoria had earned the right to be here by his side. As she moved over top of the egg, her darkened muzzled clamped down again and again on the egg. The shell broke apart and the little chick slid out onto the ground. It was smaller than he had expected, especially considering it was so late into the Agoge. It had enough form for his mother to interpret his destiny. When he had carried the egg home, his curiosity had kept him occupied enough. In choosing the largest egg, Hyperion had taken a risk that it could be spoiled or contained more than one chick. He had tried to remember all the different destinies, thinking about the path that his own egg would lead him on. To say that he was pleased with his egg would be an understatement. It was a good egg, one that proved just how much he still had to accomplish. He supposed that he had been a little envious of his brothers and sisters who had finished before him. Now he had the chance to prove that he was superior to all of them.

Stepping forward he opened his muzzle picking up the chick. The flavor wasn't altogether terrible, but he wouldn't choose to eat the contents of the egg if he didn't have to. Covered in fluid the little fetus barely made a mouthful and Hyperion leaned down to lick the remnants from the ground. His mother's pride in him was all the triumph that he needed. All of the struggle and hardship of these past weeks had all been worth it for him to share this moment with his mother. "I will make you proud. All I ever want from life is to make you happy." For the time he was content to remain here with Messoria. He had been away for far too long and having time to share his epic journey with her made him feel a little rush of excitement. "Did you know that there are strange beasts across the sea? Beasts that try to eat you?" In his mind Ina'mos was the same as when he had left it, but his mother would no doubt have news for him to hear. His tales of Vor'asa were colorful and full of suspense, or so he thought. Everything had been so dangerous and thrilling. So exhilarating. He moved to sit beside his mother, his mottled coat melding with hers, until it was all mixed. "I missed you so very much." His voice rumbled deep from his chest so very different from his pup like squeaks. He leaned down until his head rested on the back of her neck and he rumbled once more allowing her scent to cover him. "I missed you mom." His confession was short and sweet, but it felt so good to get that much emotion off of his chest. To remind both her and himself how much the bond between them meant.   

Messoria

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[attr="class","post"]Messoria watched with scarcely concealed pride as Hyperion devoured the chick, murmuring a soft chuckle at the expression upon his face. She could only imagine how it must have tasted, and she was glad that she did not have to experience it, though she did not say so. She would not risk jeopardizing the happiness Hyperion had found upon returning home victorious. ”You are a Gladiator now,” she told him, tail wagging gently behind her as she craned her head back to gaze up at him. ”Soon, you’ll have to take a mentor. I would recommend someone a big larger and more experienced in combat than me,” she said with a chuckle, reaching up to brush her muzzle against his. He was an adult now, and Messoria knew that the little touches of affection might have irritated another wolf…but he was her son, so precious to her, and she could not resist. Just as he said, he would make her proud; she nodded her head in wholehearted acceptance, because she knew it was true.

At the mention of strange beasts on the mainland, Messoria grinned. ”They only get stranger the further in you venture,” she told him. ”When I was a loner on my way to find Ina’mos, I crossed several territories. It was very strange to see the creatures that they housed.” Just when she was beginning to get lost in her musings, he spoke one more, resting his heavy head against her shoulders. She did not buckle, instead standing strong beneath his weight, feeling her heart constrict as he confessed he’d missed her. She had missed him too, terribly, especially with Goliath’s absence. And in that moment Messoria knew she would have to inform him that his father had gone.

Taking a single step back, her amber eyes found his as the smile slid from her maw, a crease appearing between her orbs as her brow furrowed. ”Hyperion. My son. There is much that has happened while you were away.” Her voice was quiet and grave, never betraying the aching in her heart. ”I did not wish to tarnish your triumphant day will ill news but…I would like for you to hear it from me. Your father, along with Datura, have left. They said that they…that they desired a simpler life.” For the first time Messoria’s voice cracked, giving her son a glimpse at the wound that her mate had opened within her. She would not crumble before anyone…but she knew that she could not conceal her true feelings from Hyperion, who would likely be just as lost and hurt. ”I have been promoted to Matriarch,” she said, her voice quieter still, not a single ounce of triumph in her words. She was proud to have been given the position, of course, but circumstances were grave. ”And your half-sibling, Typhon, is now Emperor.”

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Words: 475
Tags: Hyperion
Muse: Excellent!
Notes: Aww :<

CODED BY EMERALD

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[Hyperion]

Finally after so much work and time away from his beloved home he was declared a gladiator. This was only the beginning for Hyperion, for he had much greater plans for himself. This victory was just the stepping stone that would bring him more than he could ever begin to imagine. His mother's pride was all that he wanted in this moment however. He had pleased her and that made him very happy. "No one could ever teach me more than you already have." His grin was charming as he stared at him mother. It was true that she was his greatest teacher. He confided more in her than he did anyone else, for she was his greatest ally. In truth he had not even thought of taking a mentor, for while he knew his uncles would be away dealing with the Agoge, that left very few that he would entrust with his education. "Who would you suggest I choose?" Hyperion genuinely wanted his mothers opinion for Hyperion knew little about who was even qualified to give him such instruction. He knew that he had plenty to learn, but he also yearned to learn from the very best.

It seemed that his mother's good mood wasn't meant to last and the pride he had seen in her eyes moments ago faded. It looked as if his mother, strong and proud, was broken in front of him. When she spoke she delivered news about his fathers departure. The first emotion to tear through Hyperion was shock followed by an anger so hot it nearly erupted. The way that his mother said Goliath and Datura made it clear to him how much his father's actions hurt her. Hyperion wanted so badly to comfort her and to make the hurt he saw in her eyes go away. Another part wanted to kill his father for the actions that had caused Messoria so much pain. Growling low in his throat he tried his best to manage his anger. Speaking poorly of Goliath would no doubt upset his mother more, especially considering that she loved him. "I am so sorry mom." He knew that she would be feeling his loss more than he ever could. He had met his father once or twice when he was younger, but his sheer number of offspring left him with no time to spare. He drew his mother closer to him in something that could only be described as a bear hug. "How could this happen?"Oh how he wished he would be able to take away the pain that his mother carried, he would shield her from all of it if he could.

The news that Typhon had succeeded him didn't surprise Hyperion in the least. He was the one who had lead the conquest, driving Valyn from their borders. He deserved the honor of becoming Kairos' next emperor. This simply shook Hyperion's view of his home. His father was not the role model he had built him up to be in his childish mind. Anyone who hurt his mother was an enemy in his mind, one that would never get the chance to do it again. Kairos was not the haven he had thought and now he knew his destiny would challenge him to rediscover where he belonged. So much had changed since he had left and now he would have to reacquaint himself with this foreign place that he called his home.


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