Thunder [Dianthe]

[Balthazar]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The day was bright and new, the sun just beginning to peak over the horizon as the salt-and-pepper hued pup slipped from the recesses of the dens. The air was cold against his flank as Balthazar moved, his gangly legs carrying him across the earth. Behind him, his sister slept safely beside their adoptive mother, and while Balthazar had considered waking her for his little journey, he’d ultimately decided against it. Waking her meant risking one of her fits, which would certainly wake Roka, and he did not wish to explain to his mother why he was attempting to slip away. Not that he should have had to. Balthazar was swiftly growing, his size already notable despite his young age. Cimeries, however, remained small and diminutive, suggesting that she would always be dwarfed by her elder brother. But Balthazar would always be there to protect her; her size would never be a problem when her colossal brother shadowed her footsteps.

The smell of the distant ocean reached his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, his paws carrying him in the direction of the shore. The sand was an irritating aspect, seeping into the spaces between his toes as he crept across the dunes, but the crashing waves that waited in the distance were very much worth the trouble. The ocean seemed agitated, suggesting that perhaps a storm would hit the island soon; the rolled and crashed against the mass of rocks in the distance, the sound explosive, like thunder. Balthazar came to a halt at the edge of the water, watching the might of the frothing waves, transfixed by the beauty that could so clearly be found in chaos.

He was still so young, and so ignorant to the ways of the world, but he was determined to learn. In his days spent outside of the dens with Cimeries and Roka, he’d began to notice a pattern. He showed no interest in things that others might typically find beautiful – like vibrantly colored birds or the fresh, untouched snow that sometimes blanketed the earth in the mornings. No, Balthazar had instead found his young mind enthralled by disorder and havoc - much like the roaring waves that now captured his attention.

”I hope there is a storm,” he said quietly to himself, his lips pulling up at the corners, tail thumping in the sand as he sat. He had heard storms from within the safety of the dens before, but the pup was eager to see the way lightening lit the sky, to feel the earth shake and tremble in the wake of thunder.


Words: 432
Tags: Dianthe
Muse: Good~
Notes: What a little weirdo

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[Dianthe]

A soft silver wolf tread quietly along the shores, letting the waters dance along her paws as she walked the edge where sand met ocean. It was like walking the line between to worlds. Solidarity met chaos and both could be classed as beautiful, it just depended on the one looking at it. Lavender eyes swept the ocean softly, she wasn't afraid to be out on her own after all she was nearly a year old and managed well enough in most aspects. It was something she would have to get used to anyway since Tala left and she only had one friend. Dearest Aurik remained resolute and protective. She couldn't have asked for a better friend. 

Of in the distance she spotted a creature, who seemed enraptured with something off in the distance. Curious, she merely watched for a time before allowing the gap between them to shrink. Upon closer inspection it transformed into a wolf where at first she though it a large skunk. Of course she wouldn't vocalize such a mistake, after all it may very well offend. Tilting her silver head at the pup, she wondered what it was looking for or if merely he was daydreaming as she knew pups often did. 

"H-Hi." She said quietly. This male didn't look familiar on the least but he smelt of Kairos so this was obviously not the offspring of some intruder. Not that it mattered to her anyway, Dianthe was quite accepting and wouldn't raise the alarm unless she felt threatened. "Wh-who are you?" Her quiet voice may very have been drowned out by the crashing waves. Being shy had that downfall. Many wouldn't even bother to listen especially once they lost all patience with her stutter. 

Still she kept her gaze even and kind. He was a youngster, hopefully that meant he wouldn't be so quick to write her off as a waste of time. 

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Words: 328
Tags: Balthazar
Notes: wanted to get something up. Sorry it's bad.
Muse: iffy

[Balthazar]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]”H-Hi.”

Balthazar had been so enraptured by the churning waves that he had not heard anyone approach. The sound of the voice made him turn, his dual-toned eyes searching until he found the source of the noise: a diminutive creature with silver fur and strange bright eyes, whom he had certainly never met before. In fact, Balthazar had never encountered another wolf besides his parents and his sister; the prospect of interacting with someone else, even though this she-wolf was clearly a bit older than him, made his tail thump in the sand, a grin stretching across his muzzle. Though he was younger than her, and clearly still a pup, he was already near to her height; she was so small, just like Cimeries.

As she inquired after his identity, the striped male stood, shaking off sand as he padded closer to her so that he could be heard over the roar of the waves. ”My name is Balthazar,” he told her, ”but you can call me Bal. My mother says it’s much easier,” he said with a smile. Already he was endlessly curious about the fae who stood before him, though he recognized that he could not simply pepper her with questions right away. ”My father is Sabaoth,” he informed her. ”And my mother is Roka. Only, she isn’t truly my mother. My real mother died.” This he said dismissively, as if he were discussing the change in weather as opposed to the death of his dam. ”But Mother Roka took in me and my sister, Cimeries.”

There was a brief lull in conversation before he continued, the curiosity evident in his tone as he gazed at her. ”What’s your name?” He asked. And then one more he studied her, taking note of the bold markings around her eyes, which one more he found himself focusing upon. ”And were you born with eyes like that? They’re very different. I like them.”


Words: 322
Tags: Dianthe
Muse: Good-ish
Notes: aww < 3

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[Dianthe]

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Watching as he turned to look at her, Dianthe only felt curious. Her fears of what he may be like melted away when she saw him smile and that striped tail bounce off the ground. Returning one of her own, Dianthe sat down as he approached. He didnt look very old but he was already holding true to the Kairos legacy of being downright huge.


When he introduced himself she wondered how she would ever get herself to say it properly. It was long and a little complicated for someone like her who had a difficult time speaking in the first place. Yet he offered a much more simple and shorter version that she liked immensely. "N-Nice to meet you, B-Bal." A little more detail and she realized she was speaking to a cousin, not surprising since she was related to most of the pack in one way or another. "M-My Father is Gol-Goliath and Momma is T-Tala." She said in return so he could have a similar base to realize who she was to him. "T-that was v-very kind of R-Roka." She smiled again, even though she didnt think she had ever met Roka but the name was familiar. 

"I'm D-Dianthe. It m-means Flower. But you c-can call m-me D-Dia for short. If y-you want." She briefly wondered what it would have been like to just have one sibling. Would she be very close to them or would have been as it is now and each just kind of did their own thing? "I h-have two brothers and t-two sisters. B-but we d-don't really h-have a l-lot in common." It wasnt as sad anymore as when she was younger. She had been a little jealous of Apollo's and Artemis' connection, they were always together. But also they were twins which apparently meant they just couldn't help but be close. Raum scared her and Casi was scared of everything, but the silver pup was still protective of her.

He mentioned her eyes and she was a little worried he would tease her about them but he actually said he liked them. She smiled again. "Th-Thank you. Y-Yes they h-have always been like th-this." Bright lilac orbs shone with joy at the compliment, "I l-like your st-stripe." It ran all the way from nose to tail as solid as ever. She wondered where he got it from since she didnt remember Sabaoth having one. Maybe his mother? Or maybe it was like her eyes and just made him special.

"D-Do you like th-the water a lot?" Having swam off the island a few times herself, she knew that water could be treacherous but she still thought it was beautiful. 

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[Balthazar]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Though it swiftly became apparent that the female had some sort of speech impediment that caused her to stutter, Balthazar found that he did not mind it. Instead it simply made her more unique – as if her pelt and eyes did not do the trick. Instead of seeming unnerved by him, she willingly continued to converse with him, admitting that her father was Goliath, and his mother Tala. He did not know who Tala was, but he had heard of Goliath, the previous Emperor and brother to Sabaoth. So that made she and Balthazar…cousins? It was strange, in a way, to discover that he had more family outside of his parents and sister, but not entirely in a bad way. And as she complimented Roka he smiled, clearly pleased; he adored his adoptive mother, though the same could not have been said for Cimeries, who did not seem to have taken to Roka as swiftly as he had.

Dianthe. It was a pretty name, though Balthazar typically did not find the things that others did appealing, and he nodded in acceptance of it. And he was secretly amazed that she had so many siblings – he only had one, and could not imagine loving anymore as fiercely as he loved Cimeries. But he supposed that larger litter were not entirely uncommon. And at the mention of his stripe he grinned, turning to glance at it, where it stretched all the way down to the tip of his tail. ”My mother says it makes me look like a skunk,” he informed her, turning to look at her once more. ”Though I do not know what a skunk is. Mother says they smell. Have you ever seen one?”

His knowledge of the outside world was still very limited, though he hoped that would change as he grew. Whatever a skunk was, he hoped they were not horribly unappealing, though the thought amused him more than it offended him. It seemed as if Dianthe had taken notice of his fascination with the water, for she mentioned it at that moment, and he turned to stare at the waves. ”Oh, yes, I think the sea is very beautiful,” he said earnestly. ”I haven’t swam yet. This is my first time seeing it, because I snuck out of the dens. But something about the noise of the waves, and how fierce they seem…I wish I’d have known about them sooner. What about you, Dia?”


Words: 408
Tags: Dianthe
Muse: Decent
Notes: n/a

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[Dianthe]

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She smiled when he said his own mother thought he looked like a skunk. It was nice she wasnt the only one who had that thought cross her mind. "I h-have once. I th-think th-they are really c-cute." A smile and quiet giggle escaped her lips, "Sh-she's right th-though. If you sc-scare one, they smell r-really bad. Th-the one I saw was v-very little so I th-think it was a b-baby and it was bl-black just like you. K-kinda wanted to g-get closer to it but I d-didn't because I didn't want to m-make it m-mad." Maybe she could show him one day if he would be alright with hanging out with her.


Then the topic turned to water and she smiled at how he spoke about it. He seemed fascinated by it and she hoped soon he wouldn't have to sneak out to see it. Just so he could enjoy it more. "I l-like it too. It is r-really pretty when the l-light hits it. When it g-gets mad, I'm a little sc-scared of it though." She looked out at it and watched it play with the breeze. "Its r-really cold r-right now, in th-there. I j-just recently been off of In-Ina'mos for the f-first time. W-Was hard to g-go that far and I g-got lost f-for a while over th-there. B-But I'm sure you'll do better than m-me."

Maybe she should have been concerned that he was out without permission, but she liked talking to him and it wasn't long ago when she was sneaking out on her own to go exploring without an adult following her around. Would Roka be mad at her for not taking him back if she came across them right now? She didnt want anyone to be mad at her but she also wasnt sure what would happen if she did try to walk him back. Well, she could stick around and make sure he didnt get in real trouble, that would be ok, right? "A-Are you g-going to do the Agoge wh-when you get older?" 

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Notes:
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[Balthazar]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Balthazar listened with interest as she spoke in length about the create she’d called a skunk, silently deciding that he would have to seek one out one day – but to be careful to avoid close contact. His nose wrinkled comically as she remarked on the smell, and while normally he might have imagined that he should take offense to being compared to a creature who smelled so horribly, she’d remarked that it was cute, soothing his worries.

As she spoke about the ocean, Balthazar’s eyes returned to the crashing waves, a smile pulling at his features as he listened to her describe the chaos that was the sea. Cold, she’d said. For some reason he’d imagined that it was hot, scalding like fire, for something so very wrathful automatically brought searing flames to mind. But he supposed that the frigid cold could be just as painful, just as disastrous. The news that Dianthe had actually traveled to the mainland made Balthazar’s gaze swivel quickly, his eyes falling upon her once more as he tilted his head in amazement. ”You’ve been away from here?” He asked, his voice pitched slightly higher with his enthusiasm. ”I can’t wait until I can go to the mainland. Mother says it will be some time until I’m strong enough to make the swim, but I hope that it will be soon.”

Truly it was likely that he would not have the chance until it was time for him to go to the agoge – and perhaps Dianthe had asked the same, for she was inquiring after it now, which made him beam. ”Oh, yes, I’m definitely going. I’ve heard that it will be terribly difficult, but that I’ll return stronger and smarter. I can’t wait. Only…” Here he trailed off, a frown briefly wiping the glee from his expression. ”I’ll have to leave Cimeries. She’s very small, and I don’t think she’d be interested in participating in the agoge, too. Maybe she’ll follow me anyways…” He shrugged, his gaze sliding towards the sand as he gathered his thoughts.

”Do you have any brothers?” He asked her, for he knew little of the families upon Ina’mos outside of his own. ”Or even any sisters who went to the agoge? Mother said sometimes girls can go, if they prove that they’re strong and capable.”


Words: 387
Tags: Dianthe
Muse: Blah
Notes: n/a

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[Dianthe]

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She nodded, smiling as he squeaked excitedly. He was such a sweet boy, hopefully he would stay that way as he grew. She remembered Raum used to be nicer and then she became terrified of him, even to the point she was kind of relieved when he left. She felt a little ashamed when that thought crossed her mind, he was family after all. But then she shoved the thought of her brother out of her mind to pay attention to the striped male. 

"I'm s-sure you'll h-have the chance to p-practice swimming be-before you leave for the m-mainland." She spoke brightly of the prospect, maybe she could help him practice but only if he wished. It was fun when she first stepped in the waters, of course she waited until it was summer and much warmer than now. "You'll d-do very well in Agoge, y-you're already big f-for your age so that will h-help." How sweet that he was concerned about his sister. It reminded her of Apollo and Artemis, they were very close and honestly she half expected Missy to go with him when he went to the Agoge. "Y-yes both of my b-brothers went, but my sisters st-stayed here with mama. They are gentle girls, especially Castalia." She then realized she didn't know what Raum and Apollo's eggs were, she never asked and was never told. 

"W-well, if you would like, I c-can k-keep her company while your g-gone." She looked at him gently, hoping he would see that she meant well and not at all implying that his sister would be incapable of taking care of herself, or that Roka was not up to seeing to her adopted daughters needs. Dianthe just liked making friends and if his sister was ok with it, then the silver female would love to help.

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Tags: Balthazar
Notes: 327

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[Balthazar]

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”I’ll have to practice a lot before I go. Maybe if I have trouble with swimming you can help me, since you’ve done it before,” Balthazar offered, tilting his head considerately. ”And I don’t think drowning would be how I would like to die, anyways. Though maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.” Here he paused to think over it. Death had never been something that had disturbed him, even at a young age, and the chaos of the waves was inviting…but he was far too young to think about dying, especially with Cimeries to look after, and the agoge swiftly approaching.

”I hope I do well. Mother says I’m already growing faster than some of the pups from her first litter, and some of them are huge. I’d like to be very big.” It was an advantage in his mind – one with the size and height of a behemoth would unquestionably be more difficult to defeat in battle. ”I’d make a good warrior then. Plus I’d be even better at defending Cimeries if anyone tried to hurt her.” Here he frowned, the motion drawing the white strip upon his forehead downwards, clearly displeased by the very idea. ”Would you really watch out for her while I’m gone? I’d appreciate it. I worry about her.”

For some time he remained like that, simply watching Dia, waiting for her response. And then the tension leaked from his shoulders and he smiled, his tail thumping at the sand. ”When I return from the agoge, I’ll be a Gladiator, and I’ll be able to watch her again myself. But what about you, Dia? Have you given any thought to what you want to be in the pack?” He knew there were multiple roles available for females – huntresses and priestesses, even some warrior positions, though Dia had made it clear she was no fighter. And then there was something called a Consort, though Mother Roka had seemed less pleased about that role than the others. But whatever Dia wanted to do, Balthazar was curious, his expression open and patient as he waited for her response.


Words: 350
Tags: Dianthe
Muse: Blah xD
Notes: n/a

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[Dianthe]

He was an odd little male. Not due to looks or anything but she just never met a youngster who had given apparently quite a bit of thought to death and even the manner in which he would care to die. Dianthe wasn't even sure she had thought about it before. She was pretty sure she never had though.

"P-Practice always h-helps. And I'd b-be glad t-to help you out." She beamed at him, she loved helping others and being asked for assistance only brought her joy. She had no doubt he would be a powerful swimmer but the first few times may be a bit tricky until his instincts kicked in full fledged. 


She had no doubt he would be a giant much like male here had often proved to be. She was told a pups paws had something to do with guessing ow big one would grow but she wasn't entirely sure if that was true or not. Still her lavender eyes glanced down at them to see if they would offer any revelations on the subject. "Its v-very sweet that you care for C-Cim-Cimeree....your s-sister." She felt so silly for not being able to pronounce her name but her heart was in the attempt. "Yes, I w-will certainly l-look out for h-her." She would be sure to make efforts to meet this sister of his so it wouldn't be a sudden appearance when Bal left for the Agoge. Was she anything like her brother? She would hopefully find out soon.

Then came the hard question of what she would like to do. Tilting her head from one side to the other like she was weighing one option over the other before speaking. "T-that is something I'm st-still deciding. My m-mother is a great h-hunter and my sister C-Castalia likes healing. maybe I'll t-try those out." Her issue was nothing spoke out to her openly, she didn't absolutely love either hunting or healing. Warrior was an obvious no. Consort was scary. She would have to decide soon. "I'll p-probably end up a h-healer though. So w-we may end up t-teaming up together one d-day. You as a fighter and I can h-heal."

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Words: 396

Tags: Balthazar

Notes:  150th post for the contest!!

Muse: Good