Post by Messoria on Jan 28, 2016 23:56:35 GMT -5
The light blanketing of snow that had fallen upon Ina’mos was strange, but not entirely unwelcome. It was a nice change from the usual winters, where the air was crisp but the ground was dry and brittle. Small paw prints left a telltale trail in the snow as the Kairos Matriarch made her way slowly and leisurely through the forest, her svelte form slipping easily through the trees. Here, with everything ivory and bright, her dark streaked pelt stood out. Not that it mattered to her; Ina’mos was her home, her sanctuary. The majority of those who also called the island home knew of her, or at least of her rise to power when Typhon inherited the title of Emperor. It was strange, in a way, to suddenly be the highest ranking femme in the pack. And yet it gave Messoria purpose; she would continue to make Kairos proud, one way or another.
The sound of the falls was audible, suggesting that she was near. It was one of her favored areas upon Ina’mos, and a constant source of water, for the constant circulation of the falls prevented the majority of the clear pool from freezing over. As at last the open area came into view, Messoria paused, taking in the sight of the falls and the smell of the forest around her. And then, just as she began to move forward, she caught movement from the corner of her eye: a fat hare sat rooting in the snow, apparently oblivious to Messoria's presence. For a long moment she paused, considering. It was not her duty to hunt, and yet there were always mouths to feed in Kairos. And so, with the opportunity there before her, she leapt. The creature startled at the last moment, but it was far too late; Messoria’s jaws closed over its throat just as it had the sense to flee.
Lifting the limp body of the creature and carrying it between her jaws, she trotted down to the edge of the pool, dropping the hare to one side. Later she would see if there was someone who desired the meat, but for now the Matriarch settled gracefully on her haunches, tail wrapping around her hindquarters and curling over her paws. Things had been so very strange the last few months, from the loss of her mate to the return of her dearest friend – and then only the day before, her youngest son Hyperion had returned from the Agoge. Youngest, however, was certainly a relative term. Hyperion had been born after his much smaller brother, Croix, and it had been the birth of her youngest that had nearly killed her. And yet she had survived, nurturing him, watching with pride as he grew to rival even his father in height. Never once had Hyperion failed to make her proud, and his return to Ina’mos had eased some of the hurt and anger that had festered within her.
On this day, Messoria would not allow any dark thoughts to envelop her as they tended to do. There was a clearness of her mind, her very posture reflecting the inner peace and grace that she had thought she’d lost. Slowly, day by day, Messoria was finding her place again. She would never stop missing Goliath – but she would be strong.
The sound of the falls was audible, suggesting that she was near. It was one of her favored areas upon Ina’mos, and a constant source of water, for the constant circulation of the falls prevented the majority of the clear pool from freezing over. As at last the open area came into view, Messoria paused, taking in the sight of the falls and the smell of the forest around her. And then, just as she began to move forward, she caught movement from the corner of her eye: a fat hare sat rooting in the snow, apparently oblivious to Messoria's presence. For a long moment she paused, considering. It was not her duty to hunt, and yet there were always mouths to feed in Kairos. And so, with the opportunity there before her, she leapt. The creature startled at the last moment, but it was far too late; Messoria’s jaws closed over its throat just as it had the sense to flee.
Lifting the limp body of the creature and carrying it between her jaws, she trotted down to the edge of the pool, dropping the hare to one side. Later she would see if there was someone who desired the meat, but for now the Matriarch settled gracefully on her haunches, tail wrapping around her hindquarters and curling over her paws. Things had been so very strange the last few months, from the loss of her mate to the return of her dearest friend – and then only the day before, her youngest son Hyperion had returned from the Agoge. Youngest, however, was certainly a relative term. Hyperion had been born after his much smaller brother, Croix, and it had been the birth of her youngest that had nearly killed her. And yet she had survived, nurturing him, watching with pride as he grew to rival even his father in height. Never once had Hyperion failed to make her proud, and his return to Ina’mos had eased some of the hurt and anger that had festered within her.
On this day, Messoria would not allow any dark thoughts to envelop her as they tended to do. There was a clearness of her mind, her very posture reflecting the inner peace and grace that she had thought she’d lost. Slowly, day by day, Messoria was finding her place again. She would never stop missing Goliath – but she would be strong.
TAG: Naivara
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NOTES: So excited <3
WORDS: 552
NOTES: So excited <3
