Searching (Olympus)

[Typhon]

Now that he was back on Ina'mos, Typhon felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest. There was still much weighing on his mind--in particular, the departure of Tala--but being home had eased his mind considerably. There was not a single part of the island that he had not explored to the deepest reaches he could, and navigating the landscape was as easy as breathing. The grass, the trees, the river.... everything about Ina'mos was a part of him, and the Emperor knew that this was where he belonged, always.

There was a time, back at the Agoge, when he considered leaving. He and Lilith had grand plans to create their own oasis, away from the harshness of their father and the softness of the rest. But Lilith had disappeared shortly after their conquest of Valyn, and he had heard no word of her. It didn't matter; her loss affected him only minimally, especially compared to the loss of his mother, and even that was beginning to fade. Keeping himself distracted with his duties was doing well to keep him sane and help him forget.

For now, he wanted to find his favorite family member--Sabaoth, the uncle who had always treated him well, who had taught him nearly everything. Saba had made Typhon into the leader her now was, and the young wolf owed him everything. It was because of this that Ty now sought him out, for there were problems he did not know how to solve. So he stepped purposefully through the forest, headed toward the one place he had always been able to find the grizzled brute. Liandry Falls roared ahead of him, and as it came into view, he caught sight of a dark-coated male, though it was hard to tell who it was from the distance.

When he took a breath, his face fell slightly as he realized that it was not Sabaoth, and he chastised himself silently for being upset. Olympus was the wolf he saw, and his brother was just as helpful to his ruling as his uncle. There was no reason Oly couldn't help him, and besides, there were things to discuss with the male that were vastly more important than his own pain.

"My brother," he called loudly, to be heard over the crashing of the water before him. "Oly. I'm glad you're here. We have things to speak of. But first... how are you?" Typhon's voice was filled with relief as he spoke, his large paws carrying him right up to the similarly-sized wolf as a smile stretched across his muzzle.

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Tags || Olympus
Notes || < 3

[Olympus]

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He would he heading to the Agoge soon, but for different reasons than the first journey he had made. He was larger, stronger, smarter, and more independent than he had been back then. His first trip to the Vor'asa had seen him as a child, an immature whelp that had no experience with anything other than his brother and friends. He had not had many friends, and most of those few had disappeared, but there were still those that stood beside him in Kairos. Typhon, for one, his beloved brother of bond. He was always there when he was needed, even though he had taken on the leadership of Kairos without a second thought when his parents had left. Sabaoth had remained within Kairos, but just like his own father, Olympus had seen nothing of the former pack leader or the former Matriarch. Messoria had taken over that position, but he had not spent much time getting to know the little black and red female.

He stood at the falls, debating his next steps when the sound of another approaching caught his attention. He had been thinking about what he could do on the Vor'asa, how he could make the future warriors of Kairos stronger and better prepared, but right now his attention was elsewhere. It was on the large approaching figure of his friend, Typhon. The black wolf dipped his head in respectful greeting to his superior in rank, though his tail wagged in excitement at his presence. He respected Typhon, yes, but they were also close friends. "My brother," They were not related by blood, but the words were good to hear coming from the other male's muzzle. "Oly. I'm glad you're here. We have things to speak of. But first... how are you?" He smiled as his friend approached, and had he come closer, he would have nudged him affectionately like he had done many times before.

"I am doing well. And you?" He asked, tilting his head and retaining the friendly smile that he always wore around his brothers. He truly only had one full blood brother, but Typhon was even closer to him in bond these days. He had been wanting to speak with the Kairos Emperor for quite some time now, but the larger male had always been fairly busy with the pack's day to day responsibilities. He truly had taken on an immense amount of responsibility here, and Olympus could not help but think about how proud he was. Sure, he had always carried pride around with him, but that had been for himself. This pride, however, was for his brother, for Typhon. He had done well, and the black male had no doubt that he would continue to lead Kairos into further future glory.

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Tags: Typhon
Muse: Medium
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[Typhon]

As his green eyes took in Oly's face, the young wolf felt relief wash over him. Though his true desire had been to see his uncle, it was comforting enough to have found such a close member of Kairos, and he was not at all disappointed at a chance to speak to the dark wolf before him. He had not been lying--there was something he very much needed to speak with Olympus about, something important that needed to be taken care of quickly.

"Getting better," he responded softly to the question, shaking his head and letting the smile fall from his face. He would not reveal every gamut of emotion that fought beneath the surface, but Oly deserved to know that his leader was not in the best shape. All of Kairos, truly, deserved to know, but he would not tell them. Keeping a strong outer shell was what would keep the pack together. "But I'm not sure how to keep going some days. I feel broken, and pushing that feeling away does little to help. Distractions are good. I'll be after Sabaoth when we're finished here, and perhaps Messoria... their wisdom will resonate with something I'm sure."

As he spoke, the gargantuan wolf felt his whole body seem to sink to the dirt, despite his staying on all four feet. It was a heaviness that had only gotten worse, weighing on his mind day and night with no relief anywhere near. Speaking with family and friends could only help, though at this point, Typhon was not sure how much. It seemed as though the best healer for his mind would be time... but would he simply struggle in the meantime? It seemed a poor way to lead.

Ty shook his head again, this time more forcefully, and a sharp growl ripped through the air, his hackles raising as he locked his eyes back onto Olympus. "I'm frustrated, brother, and I will find a way to overcome. Don't worry about me," he commanded in a voice reminiscent of Goliath, powerful and fierce but not quite as calm as he wished. "I must ask you a favor, a big one, and I hope you accept. There are precious few wolves up to the task, and none better suited for it."

He was relaxing now, and the light-colored wolf looked into the eyes of his friend, vision clouded momentarily with past interactions. These two had grown up together, fought together, hunted together--they had been close, and Typhon appreciated him for everything he had ever done. It was because of his help that Valyn fell, and with luck he would only continue to do good for Kairos.

"The Agoge is starting. Already young wolves have left the shores of Ina'mos and headed toward Vor'asa, determined to bring glory to the pack and themselves. I need you to help them," he said bluntly, the words rushing out a little quickly so that he could move on to his reasoning--it was important to Ty that Olympus knew why. "You are strong, brother, and as knowledgeable about what Kairos needs as any wolf. Sabaoth cannot teach them all, and I'm not sure how much time I will have to join him. You are the wolf I trust to shape the youth." His speech done, Typhon waited impatiently for a response, shifting his weight from paw to paw in an uncharacteristic show of anxiety.

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Tags || Olympus
Notes || omg poor Ty baby. He's so nervous.

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Always glad to see his friend, regardless of what mood either of them were in, Olympus let his tail continue to way slowly back and forth behind him as Typhon addressed him. He could easily tell that the weight of leadership was heavy on his brother's shoulders, but if there was anyone capable of handling it, he knew it was Typhon. But his friend was not here to listen to encouraging words, no matter how much it seemed he needed them. No, he was here for another reason. "You are strong, brother, and as knowledgeable about what Kairos needs as any wolf. Sabaoth cannot teach them all, and I'm not sure how much time I will have to join him. You are the wolf I trust to shape the youth." Typically one to enjoy compliments greatly, Olympus could only hear the responsibility and weight of what Typhon was asking of him. This meant he wanted him to not only keep track of all the youth in the Agoge, but also to teach them.

Was he ready for something like this? Alongside his brother, he felt unstoppable, invincible, but also immature. He knew that his twin loved him just as much as he loved his brother, but they could only go so far together. When they were young, the pair had been inseparable, joined at the hip, and believing that life would always be that way. But here, here was responsibility, maturity, duty. For the first time in his life, Olympus saw a position within Kairos's warrior ranks as a purpose, not just a way to show the adults how awesome he was. Finally, his blue eyes lifted slightly to meet the green eyes of his friend, his brother. "I would be honored, Brother." He said, his tail still wagging and a small, but serious smile on his face. No one had really ever believed him capable of such a responsibility before, not even his brother or mother. They believed he would go far, but even he never imagined this.

He could remember that day he returned from the Agoge and Sabaoth had opened his egg. Twin chicks. Duality of power and sadness. It had meant. The gods believed that his fate was tied in greatness, or in misery. He frowned for a moment, thinking back to the absence of his father, the disappearance of his mother, the loss of his friends. His life, no matter how short it had been so far, was not exactly a happy or pleasant one. But he could have been far worse off. He had Typhon, and Fawn, and he was sure he would find his brother wandering about somewhere soon. He wanted to thank Typhon for believing in him, but he knew that his friend needed no such gratitude. He would do his job, the job given by his new Emperor, and that would be how he would thank him. But, true to his typical self, he could not resist leaning forward to nuzzle his friend affectionately. He had shared such moments constantly with his brother, but never with another wolf so far. But Typhon, he was just as much of a brother as his twin was. At least in Olympus's eyes.

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Tags: Typhon
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Typhon]

Typhon waited with baited breath for Oly's reply, his heart rate spiking to an unusually high level. This was a huge undertaking, and not a decision to be made lighty; Ty had not lied to his brother, in that he knew Olympus would be the best wolf for the job, but he did worry that the young male was not ready for such responsibility. He and Othrys were big trouble makers at heart, and he might lament taking on a position that required him to, sometimes, be a little more professional.

When he accepted, finally, Typhon felt a huge weight lift from him, and his face split into his characteristic grin as he lifted his eyes to meet Oly's, relief flooding through him and down to his toes as he own tail began to wag as the dark wolf's did. "Thank you, brother," he gushed, more thankful than he could have imagined. "Truly, thank you. You have no idea how much this will help. And Sabaoth will keep doing what he can, as will I, so you will never be alone in this. I promise."

In a somewhat unusual move, Typhon stepped forward and pressed the side of his face against Oly's, taking comfort in the shared warmth and pressure for a few moments before he pulled away. It had been since Datura had left that Ty had felt the touch of another wolf, and it was more comforting than he thought it would be. "You're going to have a lot of fun, terrorizing the young ones," he said with a soft laugh, feeling a part of himself return with the sound.

It would take a while, of course, but Ty felt like he might truly become himself again someday. Little steps, that's what it would take, and delegating tasks to other Kairos wolves whom he trusted. The day would come when Kairos returned to greatness, and in the meantime, he would keep it afloat as well as he could.

Words || 342
Tags || Olympus
Notes || Where do we want this to go, love? o: