Mistakin [Xolotl/Open]

[Tarak]

Massive paws carefully lifted a massive brute over the ground as he wandered grounds. Without even thinking of letting out a howl, he kept his muzzle low as he picked up several new scents. He wasn't fully aware that he was in pack lands until it was too late. But he didn't care, he was determined to explore more of this mainland of Anikira. Spending time close to the shores got boring, so he wanted to see more of the land. The mountains. The water, the land in general.

When he paused, he saw that he was were the two-legged creatures had been so many years ago. Looking down a in a few different places, he could see several different tunnels led deep under the land he stood upon, with broken and too rusted tracks and mine-carts. Tilting his head, the wolf looked back up to find some prey a few yards away, but didn't make a move to hunt. Instead, he wagged his tail and bounded toward them. It wasn't until they took off that his hunting instincts kicked in, and he started to get frustrated. He let out a loud growl as he picked up his pace after them.

After a while of playing what came to know as tag with the prey, he finally took them down, leaving long gorge marks in the ground from his paws. With no desire to feed on them, he left the one lay there, a chunk taken from it's neck as the brute ran his tongue over his laps. He wandered away a few yards away and sat down in the grass, just to see what all would come to feast on the freshly delivered prey.

When all that came after a few minutes were other scavengers and flies, the brute stood up again and bounded back up to it to look at what all they had pulled from it. When nothing really too interesting caught his attention, he growled softly and started to leave slowly, the tip of his tail curled slightly as he moved and his eyes scanning the land around him. He really did have much to learn and so many places to explore.


Word Count: 366
Tags: Xolotl , Open
Muse: Good
Notes: Just getting a feel for more "dominant" wolves, and wanting to roleplay with some others. Would like to meet Typhon at some point X)

[Typhon]

While he had been wandering through Acerbus in a seemingly aimless and random way, the massive brute who followed the border indeed had a plan. He had, at first, gone straight through the rocky terrain, avoiding pitfalls and man-made dangers to reach the land he met Nimue in, and to be as far from the heart of Kairos as possible. Now that he had met with his sibling and taken care of business, he had been free to begin wandering back toward the center of his empire, cataloguing the lands he now controlled along the way. It was important to refresh the markers and ensure no trespassers--for there had been many, many wolves in his territory since Goliath had left that did not belong there.

A scent caught his nose, one he was unfamiliar with, and an irritated growl bubbled up in the wolf's throat as he abruptly change direction, headed toward yet another wolf who clearly wished to test his patience. Avariella, the lost and confused little female, had been one thing, but this new scent was another. A sharp howl split the air seconds after Ty was alerted to his presence, and the sound of a struggle; not only was this intruder gallivanting around in land he did not belong, but he was poaching prey from right under the Emperor's nose. This would not stand.

Immense paws carried the young brute carefully and quietly toward the intruder, and rage filled him as he took in the first sight of him before his prey, abandoned and uneaten. Not only that, but the wolf was walking away from perfectly good prey and leaving it to rot. With a measured, practiced growl, Typhon approached the scene while attempting to keep the majority of his anger under the surface--though his eyes smoldered with what could only been seen as such.

"You've got ten seconds to explain to me what you're doing on my lands, and ten more to defend yourself for poaching my prey and not even bothering to eat it," Typhon said loudly, his deep voice holding none of the adolescence it had until recently. He was fully grown and very nearly an adult now, and he would take no disrespect kindly from a wolf who was in the wrong. Though he had approached, Typhon was no fool, and he kept a fair distance between the two wolves. The intruder was puny compared to his bulk, but there was no way to know if he was a practiced warrior or simply stupid. Should it come to blows, Ty had no doubt he would emerge the victor; however, he preferred to avoid confrontation if possible, and typically was intimidating enough with his bulk and his confidence.

Words || 465
Tags || Tarak, Xolotl
Notes || Sorry this took ages!

[Xolotl]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Since joining the mighty Kairos, Xolotl had been feeling as if his life had purpose. His life before the pack of giants had come upon him felt like training for the future, not a true life. His time in Valyn had toughened him up, shown him what it was like to be ostracised yet 'loved'. His time as a loner had brought him, most importantly, his first wolven kill, the honey brown optics of his victim fading in his mind's eye, replaying the momentous milestone in his life. He was a murderer and very much proud of it. The power between life and death... It was up to him, the choice as to whether a wolf would continue living on or pass away. The scared, multihued vagabond would become the first of many lucky lives, or lack thereof, to die personally at the great Xolotl's colossal white paws.

A dark grey mass, a colour unseen in the powerful behemoth's pale mother from some unknown sperm donor, moved with rippling muscle through his now-home of Acerbus. He had also taken a trip to Igneir, loner lands, to discover a bizarre miniscule thing, so incredibly out of proportion yet so incredibly interesting. He was yet to walk upon Vor'asa or Ina'mos, the other parts of the supreme Kairos empire. There was also something up with Kal'dyne it seemed, but he was yet to check in on his homeland.

Jerking the mixed breed out of his reverie, a growl, sounding like Typhon's, sounded nearby.

"You've got ten seconds to explain to me what you're doing on my lands, and ten more to defend yourself for poaching my prey and not even bothering to eat it," the Emperor snarled at some unseen intruder. Instantly, Xolotl's sizeable paws thudded quickly—at least, for his considerable bulk—towards the offender. This would not stand. Kairos could not weaken like this, allowing non-members to take prey from their hard-earnt lands.

Toxic yellow orbs flashed vibrantly at a tiny male, anger sizzling in Xolotl like a slow burn rather than the thunder of his full-blown temper. There was almost pity among the emotions bouncing around inside of the Kairos brute at this inconnu's stupidity, but survival of the fittest, no? He was obviously small, weak, stupid, and essentially useless so he could simply die and have the lupine population improved. I hope that I can be there for his death... But first, Xolotl had to deal with the idiot alive.

Assuming his position opposite from his leader, the two giants surrounded Tarak, keeping the fool stuck there. Typhon was strong enough to handle the ordeal; here, Xolotl could simply be backup muscle to the others. But, really, it was a great vantage point. All of the gory parts, if any, would be viewed firsthand by the Kenai Peninsula dominant.

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notes: I AM TERRIBLE OMG SORRY FOR THE WAIT BB <3 Also, Tar could still slip past Xol if you want. No powerplay here haha
tagged: Tarak Typhon
word count: 502
muse: Good

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[Tarak]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The sound of someone's voice caused the creature to pause in his steps and turn his head to look back at a larger creature than him. Being use to being the largest when he came across other wolves, this one took him by surprise. A deep sounding growl left his throat, his laps not moving as he turned to face the other. The slight curl in his tail never left as he lifted his head slightly.

"Don't worry, I will return to it when my hunger shows its head." His voice was rough as he kept still, only his ribs moving slightly as he breathed. "Unless you wish to take it. And as for being here, I am only passing through. Just on an exploration journey." As he spoke the last sentence, his laps twitched slightly when a second scent hit him. When he turned around, he found a much larger, second wolf standing nearby watching.

Not liking the feeling of being trapped, Tarak reacted without thinking. He moved. His steps were fast, but not nearly as fast as he had hoped. He barely remembered closing the space between him and the dark grey creature with open jaws. When his teeth scrapped against skin, the taste of copper in his mouth stopped him after he moved a few feet off to the side so he was able to see both wolves. His breathing was sharp as he looked between the two, laps drawn back to reveal his curved canines. When he looked back at the one he went at, he realized that the copper in his mouth was from where he had left a mark on the other creature's shoulder, pulling fur out in the process.

When he regained his breath, he lifted his head, letting his laps cover his bottom jaw again as he looked back at the first wolf. This felt better. He could see both massive creatures. Letting the curl return to his tail, he kept eyes on both of them, ready for whatever came at him.

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Word Count: 337
Tags:Typhon , Xolotl
Muse: barely present
Notes: Already spoke with Emer about the injury Tar provides.

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[Typhon]

The tawny wolf answered him, but only after lifting his head and adopting almost a bored expression, the tone of his voice matching his noncahllance. The act did nothing to calm the Emperor, and Typhon raised his hackles threateningly as he was met with yet more disrespect. "There are no meals for you here, trespasser. That prey belongs to Kairos, and you do not. Have you no manners?" The sharpness of his tone was new to the Emperor, and he found that it tasted bitter upon his tongue. But one did not poach on Kairos land, and Ty would be hard-pressed to allow such an atrocity without displaying an equally harsh ferocity.

Before the stranger had a chance to respond, there was a commotion behind him, and Typhon's emerald eyes snapped immediately to the hulking form of Xol stepping up behind the intruder. Though he was absolutely comfortable dealing with a single loner by himself, it was slightly comforting to have the much larger wolf backing him up, and he nodded in greeting before settling his careful gaze back upon the stranger. In a flash of motion, the wolf had darted past Xol with jaws gaping, scraping the shoulder of the larger wolf as he streaked past and got himself out of the trap he had been confined to. The immediate flare up of anger died quickly, for it would have been instinct, too for Ty to get out of the situation. But he did step forward threateningly, his legs stiff and his own lips pulled back to reveal much larger teeth.

As he pulled himself to Xol's side, then slightly past, he came within leaping distance of the newcomer, his eyes blazing with barely-held-back rage. There was too much happening in Kairos right now for some low-life wolf to be poaching on his land and attacking his pack members, and he could hardly contain himself. "That was unwise," he said quietly, his voice harsh from the snarl that bubbled behind his words. "I don't know, nor do I care, who you are or where you came from. But if you do not explain yourself now, I'll end you."

As he spoke, various conversations with his uncle flashed through his brain, and he attempted to channel Sabaoth's fury in tandem with his calm, detached demeanor. It did not happen quite as smoothly as he would have liked, but the threatening display he put up would likely be enough to force something out of the wolf who had so disrespected him. If he did not cooperate, the young male would have no trouble showing him how foolish it was to mess with Kairos.

Goliath might have gone, but the harshness of his bloodline lived on beneath the surface, and Typhon was ready to unleash it.

Words || 479
Tags || Tarak, Xolotl
Notes || Ooooooh Ty pissed

[Xolotl]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]How dared he! The intruder spoke so casually of breaking basic pack etiquette, against Kairos nonetheless. How foolish was this little male? He was dwarfed in comparison to Xolotl and Typhon as well as going against Kairos, the most infamous pack upon Anikira; was he mentally retarded, perhaps? Or just extremely reckless? The Emperor did the speaking, however, so the monochrome warrior remained still, watching as things unravelled into more unbelieveable things.

The yellow-eyed stranger could have tried to flee or to apologise or at least to justify his actions, but no, the mottled brute attacked. His move took Xolotl by surprise as he lunged impulsively for the largest male's right shoulder, red-white lips pulling back to reveal canines. Razor-sharp teeth scraped against shock-frozen flesh, tearing through skin and fur. The Kairos warrior did not move as the trespasser's fangs punctured blood vessels and a scarlet, hot liquid slowly began to seep out. Once the loner had finished with his atrocious act, the injured monolith met his attacker's gaze, of a darker yellow than the warrior's own, narrowing his toxic yellow orbs and pulling back his own lips.

As usual, Xolotl's anger was a slow burn, like a ridiculously long fuse to a bomb. It was controlled chaos within the ivory-streaked behemoth as he approached the stranger himself, barely hearing his leader's own words of warning. The sizeable wolf's eyesight tightened to just the puny male, and, ignoring the dull pain in his shoulder and the crimson oozing out of it, he strode up to his smaller opponent.

"Very unwise indeed." Xolotl's muscles were tensed, ready to react to whatever the multihued brute did in response. A grey-and-white audit perked up, awaiting either an order from Typhon or retaliation from the fool standing before him. Here was a chance to not only prove himself to the Emperor, but to Kairos and to the world, to show that he did have worth despite what Valyn had thought of him. He could be an asset to a pack, he could, and that was not affected by his gender in any way.

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notes: Shortttt and kinda sucky
tagged: Tarak Typhon
word count: 370
muse: Okay

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[Tarak]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]His tail curved even more as he looked at the two wolves, both getting frustrated with him and his actions, but what could the untaught creature say? He wanted to learn of the world around him, as well as not being trapped. He may have been the smaller one of the three, but Tarak also knew how to hold his ground pretty decently. As he looked between the two, the leader closer, he tilted his head before responding. "Then feel free to take it with you as a feast. Offering from an outsider." Straightening up, Tarak let his yellow eyes drift slightly between the two. "What may not be wise to you, does not mean it is wise for others, but simple self defense. Fore, you see, some wolves do not like to be trapped by anything."

Shifting his gaze back to the larger wolf, a soft growl of his own left his throat. He didn't care what they thought, but really, he was not to be blamed. He was sure that there were other wolves like him that did not like the feeling of being enclosed for any reason. When he shifted his gaze back to the leader of the two, he thought better of himself, and he decided it was time he thought through things properly. "Either way, I apologize. If you please, let me leave and I shall not return. Or you can allow me to become a part of your ranks." His shoulder twitched slightly as he thought of joining the ranks of Kairos. That would be something new for him, and will probably be the last. At some point, the energized creature would settle to a pack, though he never thought an option would ever cross his path this early in his wronged life. As he blinked, he shifted his eyes again, his focus mostly on the leader rather than the largest wolf, even if it was just one eye he looked through mostly, mainly shadows and figures peering through the other.

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Words: 344
Tags: Typhon , Xolotl
Notes: Sorry for the wait.
Muse: Decent

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[Typhon]

The Emperor snorted out loud, then barked out a laugh, one that sounded almost hysterical. This ignorant, uncultured trespasser had the gal to assume he would ever be welcomed into Kairos? After not only having poached on his land, but then attacking a fellow pack member? "You must be completely mad," he said sharply, amusement dancing in his green eyes, "To think that you have any right to speak those words to me."

Typhon began to walk closer to the stranger, forward, not to the side, in case he decided to attack again for feeling threatened. "These are my lands. You have not only shown me disrespect by stealing from me, but you claim to be uncomfortable and use that as an excuse for attacking one of my own. No, this will not do," he continued, stopping his forward movement when he was mere inches from the much smaller wolf, looking down at him while at his full height.

It was curious; the male, by all means, should have been killed on the spot for multiple transgressions, and yet Typhon could not bring himself to sink his teeth into the male's flesh. Did he not deserve to die? Memories of his first kill--a half brother of his, killed without so much as an ounce of hesitation--came to the forefront of his mind, and he remembered vaguely that he had not believed that wolf deserved to die. Why, then, could he not raise his paw against one who did?

Seconds ticked by, silent ones, and Ty felt a small, cheeky grin spread across his face, one that he flashed sideways to Xol's direction. "He has courage, does he not?" the Emperor asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned back to the small wolf before him. "Tell you what. Hash things out with Xolotl, here. If he thinks you deserve to live, he can escort you back to Ina'mos where you will do as you're told, until I decide you've earned a smidgeon of freedom. Best of luck to you."

When he had finished speaking, Typhon turned and deliberately took his eyes from the stranger to his pack mate, nodding at him. Though Xol was fairly knew to Kairos, he was a ferocious beast and would easily take care of the other male if he deserved it. Should he make friends, Typhon would be glad to add a prisoner to his ranks, and use him to train the young ones.

Words || 447
Tags || Tarak, Xolotl
Notes || Is this okay? Let me know if it doesn't work for you guys and I'll change how Ty reacts. (:

[Xolotl]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Most of the smaller brute's words flew past Xolotl's head, the majority of them droning jargon, although the monochrome behemoth homed in on one sentence. Invisible brows raised at Tarak, ears perking to detect sarcasm. However, it seemed that the intruder was completely sincere in his request—after all that he had done, the male wanted to join Kairos. The warrior held back a laugh, allowing Typhon to speak for him yet again.

Poison yellow oculi followed the Emperor, tracing his steps as he reprimanded Tarak for his foolishness. It seemed that things were leading up to some sort of physical punishment which Xolotl anticipated eagerly, a quiet, although ever there morbid bloodlust bubbling within him. He was not a violent wolf by nature, but there was some part of him that was fascinated with gore, with death specifically, and that part of him was very much looking forward to whatever was to come for the trespasser.

It seemed, however, that Typhon had different intentions as a sly smile was flashed sideways towards Xolotl. The mixed wolf watched with confused curiosity as the alpha announced, strangely, that Tarak was at the warrior's mercy. The monolithic male was frozen for a splitsecond before Kairos' leader nodded at him, and the two yellow eyes met yet again.

Xolotl stared at the other wolf for several elongated moments, taking his time to observe the smaller male. The thought of his death was, in some ways, irresistible, but what could the necromaniac really do with the offender's body? A corpse was useless if the titanic brute could not experiment on it or use it for sustenance. Perhaps... Perhaps, with some fattening up, he could then decide if killing Tarak would be worth it. If his physical form proved to be fascinating enough, death would be a viable option, but otherwise, the Prisoner could be held to learn his lesson and then released. Maybe Xolotl was a merciless killer, but he was not a reasonless one, and for that, he gave an answer.

"I will give you for as long as I want to prove yourself worthy of life, Tarak. Consider yourself lucky. I assure you that, in any other situation, I would have shredded you on the spot. Enjoy your life as our new Prisoner."

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notes: Sorry that it sucked D= One more reply from Tar and we can end it?
tagged: Tarak Typhon
word count: 395
muse: Good

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[Tarak]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]A small growl left the smaller male's throat as he had to look up at the Emperor slightly. He couldn't complain though, he seemed to have thought of the male's words as he spoke them, but what he got in return surprised him. He wasn't expecting to be able to join the pack, but it was a start. It would be something he had not learned in the past, so he was more than willing. Even if it meant he would become a prisoner for quite some time before he could return to the mainland as a member of Kairos.

Getting to live, brought pleasure to him as he barely moved his skull, his attention still on the Emperor. "Taking risks with taking offerings." A small smirk twitched at the corners of his laps as he turned his attention to the much larger, black mulit-colored male. He knew it would be a mistake to take an eye off of the Emperor, but in order to see the other monster, he had put his full attention on him. The dark colors were just not doing it for him. If he was to make a move to get revenge on the smaller monster, he had the advantage, whether or not if he knew it. If all he had to do was apologize for defending his own being when he felt trapped, then so be it. But he was not about to give in so easy to let his life become another's.

A small growl vibrated in his chest, though it did not emerge from his maw this time as he gave one final glance at his new leader. The Emperor of Kairos. Though he did not see himself sticking around much longer unless he felt that it was home to him, he would do with these wolves as they were, and maybe still get away with a few things if he dared.

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Words: 328
Tags: Typhon, Xolotl
Notes: End? Sorry if its bad
Muse: Alive - barely

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