House of Ill Repute [Mint/Levi]

[Raum]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Kairos was a memory now.

Goliath had left, and Raum saw no reason why he should bow to his own half-brother. Typhon had done nothing to prove himself a worthy emperor. The theatrical takeover of a dying pack’s land was far below what the young prince aspired to. While his kin made play in Kal’dyne, the skull-helmed brute chose a different path.

Walking across the new land had been painful, but the young male stepped deliberately, curiously cherishing the burn beneath his paws. The lava had cooled some before he travelled, the heat alarming but causing no lasting damage. The black and grey seemed to go on and on, like a field with no life to speak of. It rained once, cooling the stone further, but it wasn’t until rock turned to sand that the beast found any meat.

Hunting was relatively easy in the Occasus. He easily caught himself an aardvark, and while it was not a kingly feast by any means, it satiated him. After several days of watching its bones be picked at by the beetles, the creature stood and walked. Raum began to feel a certain out-of-body experience, as if his paws moved but his mind did not. He felt crowded inside his own brain—pushed aside for something more primal. At the front of his consciousness, another face stared back at him, expressionless and cold, whispering words he could not hear. His ears were not his, for a time.

There was neither internal struggle nor monologue to describe inside the young monster. He did not miss his family or their companionship. He did not yearn for attention as so many of his former packmates had, did not fear the new land, and was unbothered by the discomfort of the heat—Raum only thought of why it could be that it seemed his body was living its own life, separate from him entirely. He only thought of whom the eyes staring back at him belonged to. He felt as if somehow, his solitude was impossibly consuming him.

Until it wasn’t.

As he walked and spotted a wolf in the distance, Raum inhaled on his own accord, ripped back to the front of his mind as if it had never been occupied. He might have been alarmed at himself if it weren’t for the peculiar sight in front of him, becoming clearer and clearer as he closed the distance between them.

A tiny, white, tail-less female was dragging a much larger wolf that was not only dead, but visibly decaying. She was struggling, and as the male emerged from the surrounding scrub grass, he did not speak.

The hulking beast walked towards the diminutive female and his shadow fell over her fully, shielding her from the winter sun and drenching her in faint darkness. Unshaken by the corpse before them, his interest was much more inclined to discover why she’d brought such a gift to his newfound home. Raum stared at her deeply, unearthly white-green irises staunch against the natural background of the place. He was unmoving and unyielding in his stare, but as he cocked his head slowly at the female, the ghost of a smile laced with a glimmer of innocence flickered at his maw, and his curled lip angled his mask slightly. “Why are you doing that,” Raum asked, his question more reminiscent of a statement than a tonal inquiry. For the first time, the young brute was intrigued by a member of his own species.

Perhaps a monster would know another when they looked one in the eye.

tags: Mara / Leviathan
words: 594
muse: good?
notes: WHAT WHAT IN THE BUTT

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[Mara]

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Step by step. It took much longer for her to drag the creature than it would have some other wolf that was much larger than herself. But, of course, that was not going to stop her. With her mind sitting solely on dragging the canine that Levi had killed, she failed to notice the enormous wolf walking up behind her. Eventually, though, even she could not completely ignore the entire world around her. Within a matter of moments, the enormous shadow that encompassed not only her entire form, but her whole shadow as well, made her pause and drop the dead wolf that was several times her size and yet still smaller than the wolf that had stopped her. “Why are you doing that?” She took her sweet time lifting her head from Xena's dead body to look up at the male wolf, not even flinching at the deep tone of his voice or the fact that he was a giant stranger that could likely swallow her in a matter of bites. "Because it is fun dragging wolves that are more than twice my size around. I get a kick out of doing stupid shit just for the hell of it." She said, only sparing the canine behind her a brief glance towards his paws before she picked up the dead wolf once more.

She was making progress, for Xena had been killed back on the Rim'dar and she was now across the border of the Occasus with the large wolf's body. She should have been more tired than she was, but she continued to drag the mottled female onward as if she had a specific destination in mind. She and Levi had separated, and he had likely wandered off in a direction he should not have, but she found that she did not care at all what happened to him. He was large enough to care for himself, plus she would be unable to do anything if trouble arose anyways. Eventually, though, the exhaustion caught up with her. She barely moved the dead wolf past the large live one before she dropped it in the sand and laid beside it to pant softly. She and Levi had decided to somewhat stick together for a while, but a single place to settle on Anikira would be nice to have eventually. There were only so many places to wander on the small continent before it would get boring.

The Occasus was unclaimed and seemed suitable enough, but it appeared that she was not alone here. "Can I help you with something, or is being creepy just something that you're unable to stop?" She asked, finally lifting her head from behind her dead body and looking completely at the other wolf. But as her eyes met the large form in front of her, she found herself somewhat regretting the sarcastic words. He was clearly Kairos born, at least from what she had seen of the other wolves sired by Goliath, but his scent told her that he had been on his own for a while. In fact, he smelled more of this particular territory than anything else. But it wasn't his scent that made her stop talking and lay there staring at him, and it wasn't the skull he wore on his face, either. There was something about the giant that stood in front of her, the way his eyes watched her as if they had suddenly be woken from a deep sleep and could not focus on anything but her. For now, however, she said nothing more, for she was too busy panting and watching him to bother thinking up another sarcastic or insulting remark. That, and she was surprised to find that she no longer wanted to.

Raum

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[Raum]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]She moved slowly and methodically. She did not flinch nor start at his appearance, and as she stared at him, he noticed that her eyes were tantalizingly beautiful if he were a creature who appreciated such things. What Raum did appreciate was the calculated, frigid confidence that rose off of her coat like vapor. On the surface, this female was a small, innocent, youthful charm that he might seek to hang from a tree; but what intrigued him was the wicked calm he saw behind her pupils. She was either an astounding actor or a creature that was something unlike what he had ever known in his short life. He was even more pleasantly surprised when she spoke.

The beast smirked, his bright eyes squinting slightly at her as he let out a chuckle at her reasoning. To his weak sisters, he might have been menacing—almost every creature he’d come across, in fact, shied away at the sight of him. He had grown accustomed to watching fear ripple through their eyes, in through their noses and down their spines. This tiny creature exhibited none of these responses he knew as science.

Raum didn’t speak in response, at first. As she continued to drag the corpse past him, he simply sat and waited. The femme was obviously fatigued, and the hot sun was a burden on any wolf. As she sputtered out, dropping the body and laying down beside it, he stepped over slowly to examine it. “That’s kind of my gimmick,” Raum said slowly, staring at her a moment before returning to the dead wolf. He inhaled deeply, eyelids fluttering. “Does your particular brand of help including dragging my body across the desert? I assure you, I’m much heavier than a half-decomposed bitch.” Raum smiled dangerously at her, surprising himself with the sudden playful demeanor that was dripping from his lips.

He spotted a nearby scrubby umbrella tree, and with a quick eye, the brute decided that the branches were sturdy. Peeling his bony mask from his face and revealing the dark V on his snout, he shook his pelt and rolled his shoulders in their sockets. “What’s your name, then?” the beast asked her, his eyes shimmering as if he’d made a fresh kill.

Without waiting for her response, he lifted the corpse with relative ease in one swift motion. He turned an ear towards her as he drug it between his front legs towards the tree. With a sickeningly delicious crunch, he tossed the lifeless body onto the thickest branch. Lifting his nose to the creature’s slimy skin, he inhaled one last time before turning back towards his guest, watching her expression closely.

The young monster almost laughed with childish glee at the situation. “I am Raum.”

tags: Mara / Leviathan
words: 503
muse: click
notes: :')

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[Mara]

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To her surprise, the male did not get upset at her words. In fact, they seemed to amuse him. Her head tilted slightly at his chuckle, though as he spoke, it returned to it's natural position. “That’s kind of my gimmick.” Why did that not surprise her? She stared at him silently for a moment, but he did not seem interested in a staring contest at the moment. Almost pouting as he moved towards her, she decided that such a game could wait until a later date, if it must wait at all. “Does your particular brand of help including dragging my body across the desert? I assure you, I’m much heavier than a half-decomposed bitch.” It was her turn to laugh, now. Although it was not a full laugh - as she had never actually completely laughed in her life - the small chuckle was enough to get the point across that she was amused, at least to anyone but a complete idiot. "Then I would have to kill you in the spot your body would need to be, first. Here, go climb that tree and make this easier for me." She said, pushing herself up and into a sitting position as he moved towards Xena's body.

“What’s your name, then?” Her ears perked at the sound of his voice again, an automatic response to her surprising interest in everything he said. With most other wolves, she could not care less about the nonsense and idiocy that poured out of their mouths, but there was something different about this one. “I am Raum.” Other than sounding like he was trying to sound more impressive than he was, his name really did not change her impression of him. Instead, she ignored the introduction and offered the answer to his question about her own name, as much as she abhorred it. "Mint." She could not help but wrinkle her nose slightly in disgust as the word came out of her mouth more like she was offering him a piece of food or candy than she was in fact introducing herself. What an idiotic name. If her mother had not given it to her, perhaps she would have come up with something different herself. But the effort did not seem worth it, so Mint she remained.

But by the time she had offered her name, he had finished her task for her, almost as if her prize - which was, in fact, Levi's - was a decoration for the land he seemed to have chosen for himself. But for the time being, all she wanted was the extra shade that the decaying body provided. Pushing herself up from her seated position, she moved over to the large male and the tree and laid down heavily in the dry shade that it provided. For now she would relax and regain her energy. Leviathan would probably make his way south again soon, so she figured that she should avoid wandering about too much so that he could easily find her. They had thought about moving in this direction, so hopefully he would be capable of remembering at least something that she had said. "How has no one claimed this place, yet?" The question was more rhetorical than anything, but she could not help but lift her eyes to look up at the handsome, now uncovered, face of the male that stood only a short distance away.

Raum

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[Raum]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Mint. Mint? What the fuck kind of name is Mint? Raum debated repeating the name back to her and mimicking the ugly grimace on her face, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so amidst his curled lip. “I will not even say that word unless I’m talking about the plant, actually.”

And it was, really. It sounded like a cacophony in his ears, and when he judged the situation and watched as the female happily shaded herself under rotting flesh and falling scabs, it did not fit her. The name appeared in his mind like a forgotten memory, being pushed from somewhere deep in his mind that he could not pinpoint. “That’s an idiotic name,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’ll be Mara instead.” The demon that made common things seem alluring, he thought, repeating the stories he’d heard during his time around the pack mothers.

Not that he valued the opinions or wholeheartedly listened to anything in Kairos. He’d grown feeling an outsider, purposefully doing anything he could to alarm his packmates and distance himself from them further. There had not been a single wolf to reach out to him in friendship, or acceptance, or anything at all. Every single creature he’d ever met had either disregarded him as a freak, or turned from him in fear. Apparently, Mara was as much as a freak as he was, and she smiled at his brutish acts. He was drawn to her instantly, in perhaps the same way as a sheltered child felt drawn to wild things, or an orphaned pup reached out to a mother—but he’d never known that, either. He had been solitary since birth.

He went to the agoge alone. He fought on his own, trained on his own, and left on his own. By the smell of it, this female was relatively alone as well—but a scent on her fur was somehow reminiscent of his father. That confused the young beast, but he didn’t care enough to ask, nor did he really want to know.

In any case, the alluring part was true, for her. The little thing was common seeming on a moment’s glance, but his interest was piqued. Raum was impulsive, tempered—and never having a friend in his entire life, the company of one that he didn’t despise seemed to be almost intoxicating. He intended to remain in her company until she bored him. If she ever bored him.

For a moment, he hoped that she did not take his renaming as rude. He reminded himself that she was still a stranger; why would he care what she thought? And as smoothly as ice, the thought was gone.

“We won’t speak of your old name again. As for this place... I put the bitch up in this tree. You brought her to me. Admittedly, you tried a bit harder for your half,” Raum snickered, some mixture of sarcasm, intrigue, and instant camaraderie flowing through his deep, cold voice, “but the way I see it, we’re equal part owners of this place.”

tags: Mara / Leviathan
words: 503
muse: click
notes: COME ON IN, LEVI

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[Leviathan]

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Though the kenai male's coat was growing less and less bloody with each passing moment, Leviathan could not help but bask in the pleasure of his new life. Before, he had been constricted by the ideals of Valyn. He was the bastard son and half-brother of the brute who had driven his birth pack from the jungle. He had no identity of his own, other than the son of the Seraphim. And what a disappointment he had been to Valyn. The male was not a picturesque follower or a submissive. His mind was his haven, and when one lived in a world with no moral compass, it was difficult to co-exist with those who swore by a moral lifestyle. Even when he was but a pup, Levi knew he would never last long in Valyn. It had simply been the acts of Typhon that finally drove him to action, but that did not mean he was indebted to the other male. He was no one's follower, and although he had briefly debated following the Kairos wolves back to their pack and attempting to meet his father, those ideas were quickly cast aside. He was no longer a follower, nor was he a leader. He merely... was.

And with the death of the Kairos warrior, Leviathan had surely sworn himself as an enemy to that pack. He would not be welcomed within their pack's borders, but once again Leviathan sought to defy the rules and societal norms. His personal little bitch was proof of that. Never mind her pregnancy or her disloyalty to her pack; Levi was uncaring of the circumstances so long as he got his benefits from the situation. And Harlot had bridged a nice gap from his blood lust to a whole different kind of lust. The male still was not certain which he preferred, but he did find himself favoring the brutality and control of the kill over the overt submission of  a random femme. Even still, the dark brown of dried blood remained in his coat, flaking off with each step. Never had he felt so free than in that very moment; yes, the bitch had served her purpose well, but she was no substitute for the infliction of pain for the kill. 

Thankfully, Mint had not been overly difficult to track once he found his way back to the lava fields. It also helped that she seemed to have brought along their new friend. It was interesting that she would do something like that; Levi had debated bringing the femme's corpse along, but something about the idea of sodomizing his first corpse had slipped through his paws. Surely there would be other opportunities, and the live whore had been sufficient for now. And so the kenai male found himself trotting into the heat of the desert, following the very obvious blood trail through the sands. I should hope that she thought well enough that Kairos may come in search of their bitch, he thought blankly. It was surprising that none of that pack's members had recognized the blood scent of their fallen ally and come after Mint. It had been careless; had Levi been around, he could have at least hoisted the carcass on his back to leave such a plain trail. But this time, and this time only, it had benefited him quite nicely.

However, what the young male did not expect to find was another wolf with Mint. Leviathan took absolutely no care in addressing the situation as he trampled over to the tiny wolf, staring blankly at the similarly young male... with a skull on his head. How... how did he even manage that? Levi's head involuntarily quirked to the side, intrigued and confused by the new male. But as interested as he might have been, it did not negate the fact that he may very well be a threat to Mint. "Who are you?" he inquired calmly, his terrifying eyes drifting over to Mint, who seemed far more at ease in the presence of a stranger than he might have expected. Perhaps this was who Kairos had sent after their fallen warrior. "Mint, has he been bothering you?"

It was only then that a droplet splattered directly onto the male's muzzle, startling him. And so he looked directly up, finding himself face to face with the rotting flesh of his bitch. "How in the world did you manage to get her up there?" he inquired, his eyes flitting between Mint and the unnamed stranger. It was a unique choice, indeed, but Leviathan would not have thought to hang the corpse from a tree. "Her body will be nothing but bones soon... at that time we may have to find others to add. I do not think a pile of skulls at the base of a tree is nearly as intimidating as the rotting bodies of the masses."


Words: 825 words
Tags: Raum & Mara
Notes: THE MUSE

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[Mara]

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The look of disgust on his face was obvious. In fact, for the first time in her short life, the young female had to admit that she was ashamed. Even though she had not chosen the name for herself, it had been given to her and it had been what she had answered to her entire life. “I will not even say that word unless I’m talking about the plant, actually.” Had she been a more emotional creature, perhaps she would have brought herself to be offended on behalf of her name. But, of course, she hated it just as much as he did, if not more, perhaps. “That’s an idiotic name, You’ll be Mara instead.” Though a more sentimental and less hateful creature would have been hurt by such a comment, the little wolf could not help but perk her ears and lift her head slightly with interest at his words. He had re-named her. Not only had he taken the kill she had been dragging for what felt like ages off of her hands, but he had also given her the gift of a better, proper name.

Had the words come from anyone else, perhaps things would have gone differently, but Mara found that she truly liked the name Raum had given her. However, a simple nod of approval and mild gratitude was all she offered him in return. Why should he earn a prize for simply making a logical and reasonable decision? “We won’t speak of your old name again. As for this place... I put the bitch up in this tree. You brought her to me. Admittedly, you tried a bit harder for your half, but the way I see it, we’re equal part owners of this place.” It was the first time she truly had something of her own. Equal part owners. The words sounded strange in her mind, but she found that she truly enjoyed the thought of owning a territory, even if that meant sharing it with others. Of course, she would never share her territory with the likes of Valyn or Kairos, but perhaps the future would see them with a pack of wolves that were like them. The small female remained laying in the shade as she looked up at Raum, rather enjoying the view, until another familiar face came barging over as if to rescue her from certain death.

"Who are you?" She did not bother speaking now, for she was sure that Raum was more than capable of introducing himself. The large male was smaller than Levi, but perhaps more bossy and controlling, yet Mara found that she did not dislike the qualities in him. Sure, it would likely get annoying from time to time, and she was not one to follow orders simply because they were said out loud, but as long as there was sound logic behind them and a reasonable tone when they were uttered, she could see herself remaining at his side in the future. "Mint, has he been bothering you?" She could not help but smile at his words, not because she was touched by his concern, but because it greatly amused her. "It's Mara now, actually, and he has been a bit of a bother, but not exactly in a bad way." She said, pushing herself up into a sitting position and looking sideways at their newest companion. "How in the world did you manage to get her up there?" Though it was technically Raum's right to respond to the question, a sarcastic opportunity was never wasted on the pale young female. "I sprouted wings and gained an extra 200 pounds of muscle and put her up there myself." She said, looking up at the dead female in the tree and offering Levi a cocky smirk.

She had warned him when they first met that she would be annoying, and he had no doubt believed her, but here was proof. His next words, however, brought a wide grin to her face. "Her body will be nothing but bones soon... at that time we may have to find others to add. I do not think a pile of skulls at the base of a tree is nearly as intimidating as the rotting bodies of the masses." They truly were a disturbing bunch, but it really did surprise the little female how they all fit together with such perfection and ease. "Raum, this is Leviathan. We have been traveling together since Kairos conquested the Valyn territory. He is the one that killed the bitch." She said, once again looking up at the dead carcass with a sick sense of pride. Not in herself - though she was impressed with how far she had dragged it on her own - but in the two males that had successfully put her up on display in the tree on the edge of their new home. But there were questions that she could not leave unanswered. Surely Levi would stay with them, that had already been decided in her mind.

But they could not simply wander as three wolves in a territory they had claimed without a name to call themselves, could they? Of course there would have to be some sort of organization, if only a little, in order for them to maintain this place as their own. "I like the name Tenebris, it means darkness. This place is a bit dry and hot, but it is perfect. Though I think the display is claim enough, as long as we continue to add to it along the other borders. Since we all worked to put it there, I see no reason why we should all not be equal part owners of the Occasus." she said, raising an eyebrow slightly and using Raum's words once more. She could not help but look over at him, waiting for some sort of disagreement or argument to her words. Surely he could not be the only wolf making decisions, after all, if they were all equals here, they would all have to be involved somehow.

Raum, Leviathan

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[Raum]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]From the horizon, the rival beast appeared as a storm might—headlong and reckless, strong as a wind from the coast and furious in a frigid sort of way. His eyes were ice, tearing over his fur, calm but threatening. Raum matched his stare one-for-one, looking over the male thoughtfully, his scent pricking at his nostrils. “Raum,” he said coolly in response to the icy brute. The lack of fear between the three of them was humorous to him, and he smirked at Mara’s remark, combing across her back with his eyes and over her missing tail. Something wriggled in his stomach.

We have been traveling together since Kairos conquested the Valyn territory. He is the one that killed the bitch. Raum’s eyes widened in a rare show of surprise, then narrowed. “How do you know of that?” Neither of them were Kairos-born to his knowledge, and he certainly would have remembered if they’d met before. Perhaps his life would have been different if he had. “It was petty of him. All to get my father to notice him—“ he smiled, “—only to have him leave straight after.” Raum shook his head and laughed. “I was Kairos once, but it doesn’t mean I have respect for my brother. Valyn was weak.”

As he spoke, the male circled the corpse in the tree, suddenly more interested in it having heard that their guest, Leviathan, had killed her. It took him some time to sort through the matted fur and see past it as she once would have been... as he noticed her dark mask, he laughed out a single, harsh note. “Xena,” he told him, looking at Leviathan with delight. “She was one of their best warriors. You must be hot shit.”

All of the conversation was making his head spin with some twisted sort of content. If he didn’t respect Levi for his size alone, he certainly could acknowledge his fighting skill. While he’d never fought with her directly, he knew how good Xena had been. She would have fought well into her death, and for that, he owed Levi his respect.

Mara spoke again, and Raum responded with a nod. Tenebris. He wouldn’t use the name probably ever, but it was fitting somehow. He wouldn’t disagree with her—she had a certain piss about her, and he liked it. And who was he to argue with her when she’d accepted the name that suited his tastes? He respected both of them enough; he saw no reason to object. “Fine,” he shrugged. “Though you should know, I normally don’t take so kindly to strangers.”

It was a compliment in his own way. Though he wouldn’t admit it, the brute was socially lacking, and this was perhaps the most conversation he’d ever had in his life. The normal control complex he felt over others hardly graced his consciousness around these two. Normally, he gained power by fear—with these two, fearless in their own rights, he felt more powerful simply in their presence. It was only for that reason that he did not balk at the idea of company. He sat next to Mara, settling his body next to hers as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

The only thing that unsettled him was the scent of his father nestled somewhere deep inside Levi’s fur, perhaps even radiating from his skin. But there was another smell, more prominent and foreign, yet somehow altogether familiar. The scent was so prominent, in fact, that Raum was convinced that the opposing brute had not claimed Mara as his own, a thought that sat happily in his soul at some deep, dark, primal level. Feminine and sour, it was utterly potent—and with no social filter to speak of, the prince spoke. A vicious, handsome smile rippled across his jaw, and he tipped his head slyly at Leviathan. “By the way, who’d you fuck?”

tags: Mara / Leviathan
words: 657
muse: click
notes: :'D

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[Leviathan]

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As the male introduced himself, Leviathan nodded ever so slightly to acknowledge he was even paying attention to the other male. Raum, as he called himself, was an interesting character, but Levi had little interest in the male. At least, that was the case until the other large brute opened his mouth, going on about his father noticing Typhon. The brute threw his gaze back to Raum, narrowing his eyes abruptly. "Min- Mara and I. We were born of Valyn," he ground out bluntly. "It seems interesting that Typhon would be seeking the attention of your father." The male paused momentarily. "Our father."

If there was one thing the kenai male did not expect, it was to encounter yet another half-brother out in the world. His interactions with Typhon and Lilith had been minimal at best, and yet their attitudes had been nothing special to Levi. Raum at least had an interesting quirk about him that made him more relateable than those two. He seemed similarly tuned to the world, and although he was none too pleased to realize that he was yet again being followed by his lineage, at least Raum was not an absolute disappointment to the universe. There were far worse that shared his blood; at least one of them was a full-blood sibling and a complete waste of space.

"It seems Goliath could not even keep his seed within his own pack. I do find it interesting that his golden boy would pursue the other pack where Kairos saw fit to inundate with their offspring," the male bit out, a bored look crossing his face. Yet it seemed that the insatiable desire for femmes ran in the family, as Leviathan was simply itching to seek out his little bitch and take her once more. Rather, he was itching for any bitch to drill at that very moment. But the conversation took a sharp turn back to his dominion over the masked corpse.

So she had a name.

Raum's insight to his kill should have been heartwarming or ego-boosting. Instead, the male merely nodded to his half-brother. "I suppose I am," he retorted, cool and collected as ever as he all but brushed off his brother's attitude and sarcasm without even realizing he had done so. The male watched in confusion as Raum helped himself to a seat behind the tiny Mara. It would take some adjusting, but Levi did have to admit the new name suited her far better than Mint ever had. Mara had a certain elegance about it that the deer-rabbit-wolf femme certainly possessed, though what Leviathan considered to be elegant, others would label as fearsome or dangerous. It his own skewed view of the world, this was the most natural of gatherings: three virtual strangers enjoying a lovely afternoon under the decomposing corpse of Raum's former pack mate.

While the kenai male found himself enjoying the lack of commitment he felt, even when faced with the establishment of a pack, a name binding them together, there was something else tugging at his attention. Levi had been watching Raum cautiously the entire time. He still did not completely trust the male, but there was also a likable bit about him that Levi normally did not notice. There was no affection, no "brotherly bond" or anything to that effect. He could not have cared less if the male had been birthed from the gaping stomach of a sucker fish. He was not horrible company, much as he had initially told Mara. Levi could see the similarities between them, and if Raum would assist him in piling the corpses, he saw no reason why they should not gather as a pack.

But it was his half-brother's last quip that truly seized Leviathan's attention. His eyes flashed dangerously as a cruel smirk crossed his lips involuntarily. "Some bitch I found wandering in Kairos territory. I do wonder if she can even walk now," he stated coolly, though he could not help his mind from drifting back to Harlot. "Perhaps I should have brought her along. I do enjoy my play things." 

Words: 696 words
Tags: Raum & Mara
Notes: Yay brotherly bonding.

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The amount of testosterone, even though they were both too young to breed, was amazing. The small female watched silently as they spoke to one another, looking up at the dead wolf in the tree when Raum finally pointed out the name of the creature it used to be. But now it was just a decoration, and Mara could honestly not care about it at all. Instead, it would serve as a way to ward off unwanted company at the borders of the territory. There really was no other purpose for it, other than Levi's pride, but she was not completely sure he was even fully capable of such a thing. Sure, he had killed the large wolf, but he had brushed off Raum's praise like it truly did not matter. Yet, within a matter of moments, she was distracted once more as Raum made his way over to her side to lay beside her.


“By the way, who’d you fuck?” She could not help but roll her eyes for a moment, but she also found that she did not care in the slightest what Levi's answer would be. Instead, she lowered her head to her paws and closed her eyes. She was tired, and this was as good a place as any for a nap. She had the shade from the tree and the dead female to keep her cool, and the presence of both male wolves to ward off any dangers that might approach her while she rested. Whether or not they stuck around she would be unsure of, but she doubted they would bother getting to know her and then letting her die. She was not the largest creature in the world, but she could already easily tell that Raum was somewhat fond of her. He had given her a new name, he had joined her under the tree, and he seemed to genuinely want to be near to her. Although she did not feel the need to lean into him or anything as she laid there, just his presence alone made her feel stronger.

The days ahead would be interesting and likely action packed for them all. They had claimed a territory, even with just the three of them, and they would keep it. With both Raum and Levi at her side, she knew that they would be unstoppable. But what tomorrow would hold was still a mystery to her. She was glad that she had met Raum, for without him they would likely have just wandered as her and Levi. Not that there was anything wrong with the large multi-colored male, but she could not bring herself to find him attractive or particularly interesting at times. Raum, however, was different. There was just something about him that made her want to stick around and get to know him better. He was like her, but stronger, even more confident, better. But, of course, she would never tell him that.

Leviathan, Raum

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