Us and Them [Thor]

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Datura still loathed the sea. She hated the salt that made her pelt uncomfortable, stiff, and itchy against her wet skin. Worse yet were the thrashing of the waves and the accompanying helpless feeling of being carried by the unseen force of the ocean currents as if led by some invisible paw. Ina’mos was close enough, far closer than the massive continent called Africa she had first roamed alone before her unintentional journey to Anikira, before Kairos. This swim was far less distressing and exhausting as her original swim, for she knew she would return to her new home soon enough, a place that no one could chase her from – not even Aaricia, the haughty priss of a wolf that was her lord’s sister. If not for the identical ice-blue eyes, Datura would not have believed such a creature could share the same blood as Goliath.

Before Goliath, she was nothing. Without Goliath, she would return to her old miserable state, pathetic and crude. Datura did not intend to let go without a fight, secretly relishing the promise that his ever-expanding power would improve her status. It pleased her immensely to imagine a larger pack, with proud warriors who regarded their alpha with respect glinting in their furious eyes. The pack would not survive unless it found new blood, but Kairos was created for a specific sort of wolf. Their pack was not meant to be kind and welcoming towards all strangers. No – they would not be accepting those pitiful beasts who were not deemed worthy of becoming Goliath’s followers. There was strength in numbers, and a mighty army could not exist without new recruits. She was not interested in the weak, disabled, or the cowardly. Let the rest of them rot. The undeserving meant nothing to Datura.

Datura was by no means an expert about the geography of Anikira. In fact, she hadn’t the faintest idea where she had washed ashore, but she knew that the main island lay towards the east. The sun was still low in the sky near the horizon, and the hottest part of the day was yet to come. The female took the time to carefully groom her coat after her ascent from the crashing blue waves. Her cream-colored body had filled out in recent month, giving the fae a healthier look. The female had developed an attractive shine to her meticulous mottled coat as her meals became more regular, and larger. Faring well enough on her own was not nearly as good as thriving with the pack. Hazel orbs were no longer lifeless and distant, sunken like a corpse – instead, she was alert, carrying her diminutive frame with poise as she strode, head held high.

She kept her auburn-kissed head down to avoid detection, but the landscape offered little cover to hide her presence. It was rather hard to miss anything on the blackened narrow bridge, and so when she spotted a hulking mass in the distance, she was not terribly surprised. A masculine, unknown scent mingled with the salty ocean breeze. Datura would not turn and run in the face of the stranger, for she was on a mission.  She stood her ground, watching to see if he had noticed her, as well.

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Thor had been on the Island since dawn. When he was in the box they fed and watered him but it was mere morsels that only filled a small cranny in his stomach. He was accustomed to eating well and so his stomach was growling with hunger pains. As soon as he was released he set out to do some hunting. Quickly he left the confines of his temporary home and he didn't even bother to look back. This was his fresh start, the one thing that he had hoped for. His heart ached a little for his family but a wolf had to do what a wolf thought was right and this was right for Thor. Now he could only hope that there was food for him to hunt around here.

It didn’t take too long for him to find a tasty deer. Thor was a very good hunter and so soon enough he was chomping and ripping the hide open in order to get to the meat, his face painted red with its blood. The dinner was enough to fill his stomach many times over and so his plan was to hide out here for a while in order to possess his full strength for whatever lay ahead for him. His future was uncertain but he was excited about it and thinking about it the whole time he devoured his food until he was full. It was then that he looked up, his ears flicking because he picked up a slight sound. Immediately Thor jumped to his feet and lowered his head slightly and then lifting it in order to catch a stray scent on a light breeze. His eyes squinted because he knew immediately that this invader was a female.

Thor would not approach the femme but rather he would let her come to him. His onyx orbs flickered in anticipation as his full focus was not wavering from the stranger. Every muscle in his body was tense, even his claws dug into the earth that was below them. Slightly he tilted his head, thinking that she was a rather fetching looking female. He certainly would like a closer look but he was patient. She saw him and she knew that he saw her now. It was her move. This could be fun. Thor stood his ground. There was little that made the arctic wolf want to run and one female wasn’t about to scare him off from his snack that lay at his front feet.

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The sweet, tempting smell of the male’s fresh kill caught Datura’s attention from a distance, but the petite fae was not there to weasel a free meal out of a stranger. He seemed not to move, but she knew his dark eyes were upon her. She could feel his stare. Before, it would have made her nervous to be so close to an unknown brute. Her diminutive size made her an easy target. She was difficult to catch, but had fallen into Goliath’s grasp with some enthusiasm (as much as the stoic fae was capable of expressing). For a lingering minute, Datura merely stared back at the stark white male, biding her time – would he try to come closer, or was he more respectful than that? She did not expect the latter. After the silent moment had passed, she finally stepped closer to the male, head still carried high.

As she approached, she noticed something that would likely startle a lesser wolf. His face was still decorated with the lifeblood of his kill, giving the brute a savage appearance even from afar. His prize was little more than a leftover pile of bones, skin, and some of the less desirable innards. He was a big one, there was no doubt, but he was still not as big as her alpha. Her chestnut hued eyes assessed the beast from snout to tail, noting how he tensed his body as she came closer still. He was easily twice the size of Datura, likely even more, both in height and weight. He was a sturdy creature, one built for war. He was just what she was looking for.

Her gait was slow and elegant despite her rough personality and troubling past, for she held herself in high esteem now that she was a founding member of Kairos, and Goliath’s favorite fae – for now, at least. She would have to be on her toes to ensure her future within the pack., and a strange smile crossed her muzzle when she stopped before the new brute, brows quirking with curiosity. Never one for conversation or frivolity, she offered a curt nod before speaking in a dulcet tone. ”You have the build of a warrior. Is your prowess equal to your muscle?” To a stranger, her words could easily be misconstrued as flirtatious, somewhat intentionally. Brutes could be so easily tempted by compliments. ”What is your name?”

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Thor's gaze was peeled for any sudden movements. With his experience he knew that a smaller wolf could be more agile and quick and so he wasn't taking any chances. But he couldn't get into a fight as soon as he got here. Could he? The large male wished to start his new life off on the right paw but he also wanted to demonstrate his strength. His demeanor would make this known for now and if he needed to fight he would but for now he kept a cool head. After all the femme that stood before him now was a very pretty one and she smelled…. oh so delightful.

The Arctic Wolf gave the female a respectful nod as well. He was a honorable sort of beast and was brought up to cross all his T’s and to dot all of his I’s, so to speak. Thor never left anything to chance and so he was an ‘upfront’ sort of male. His resolutions never led him astray before so he planned to stick with them in his new life as well. “I was trained as a warrior, yes.” His steps began to stride around the deer, perhaps testing her resolve to remain on friendly terms. Thor began to wonder how close he could get to her but decided that he would stop after a couple of steps. He threw his heavy head in her direction for the emphasis of his name. “My name is Thor. And might I ask what your name is?”

His kill’s aroma met playfully with his black nose and so it responded in kind by twitching with delight. Since his stomach still had some room in it for some raw flesh he was determined to grab another bite or two. But Thor listened to the she-wolf as he reached down and nudged the carcass toward his guest. “Have some. Eat and fill your belly. Today is going to be a good day.” Thor could be rather poetic when speaking and so most beasts loved to hear him speak. He wondered what she would think of him. Desires to know her personality flared up into his bones as he watched her, curious if she was going to accept his invitation to indulge in some deer.

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The brute’s most distinguishing feature was the massive scar that marred his face. Undoubtedly, this was the token of some far-off war. His attitude was respectful, but otherwise he looked every part the savage. Battle scars were considered a trophy in some packs, a sign that the warriors had survived the fight, forever marked but remaining alive. To some, it was a sign of great honor and a sense of duty, one who had served either his clan or himself in the game of life they were all helpless to play. While Datura was far from being an honorable creature, she had some semblance of respect for those willing to give their lives to defend themselves or those they followed. It was the very definition of a warrior. Some lives had to be sacrificed for the greater good.

The male’s fur was a snowy ivory hue, hugging the curves of taught sinew. When he gave his name, Datura could not hide a faint smirk. ”That is fitting. Your mother named you well.” For so many wolves, their sordid past or turbulent families were a point of contention, something of a sore spot that grated emotions and frayed nerves. She paused to watch for subtle reactions on his features before returning the introduction. ”I am Datura.” She expected that the brute would not know the origins of her moniker, but it was similar well-suited to the wolf. Datura flowers were beautiful, but every part of the plant was poison. Ingesting even a small amount caused wild, terrifying hallucinations, or worse yet, a very painful death. The old healer she had known in her childhood had called the plant Hell’s Bells, always watching the young pup who shared its name with skeptical unease. That memory still amused Datura.

His scent was different – Datura could not guess what part of Anikira he had traveled from, or that he had come from. He directed the petite female’s direction to his bloody prize, inviting her to share, and Datura’s smile widened, spreading across her pale muzzle. So far, the brute’s behavior impressed the fae. ”That is very generous, Thor.” Before her head dipped to savor the kill, she met his eyes with a curious tilt of the head. ”I am not accustomed to such generosity from a loner,” she suggested to see if he would argue with her assertion. Her dainty copper head lowered to taste the meat that lay between Datura and the pale stranger. A rosy tongue flicked at the carcass to lap the unfortunate beast’s blood – still warm, delectable, and free of charge. ”A good day, indeed,” she commented under her breath, warm and sweet.

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Her words stabbed his heart a little. His mother… He missed her and his sisters dearly but he could not let that weaken his spirit for a new life. Besides it was way too late now to go back. Thor made his life changing decision when he stepped into that box, his paws leaving his pack’s land for the last time. Now his paws feel a different land and now he knew that there was a pack close by. A femme usually didn’t travel alone, especially not one this appealing to the eyes. Thor could only hope that he would find a good pack, one that he would have a place in. At this point in time he didn’t care what position he held just as long as he’s accepted. But his skills are very useful. Fate would have to unveil itself a little at a time and if this meeting was the beginning of its realization then the white wolf would be very pleased.

Needless to say but Thor was very delighted when the femme took him up on his offer of sharing his meal. A rare smile danced over his bestial features, his fangs long and white and still sparkling with a hint of blood. Indeed the scar made him look the part of a true warrior and unless one got to know him they would never know how he really came to get the scar. It was his little secret and it would take more than just a chance meeting and a pretty face for him to open.

Thor grinned even wider when she told him her name. His deep poetic voice resonated from his muzzle as pleasing to the ears as morning song birds. “Datura…. Very pretty name for such a stunning beauty.” He was probably to forward with this statement but he didn’t really care. In his pack he was too restrained and lived by the rules so rigidly and it didn’t really get him very far. This was a new life and with it a new way of going about things. The only thing that Thor would not be up front about, for now, was his past and the rules that he was forced to live by until recently when he took matters into his own paws.

It didn’t take a genius to understand that she was fishing for some answers from him. If she wanted to know, by subtle hints, Thor would still be happy to tell her. He watched her tongue as it waved over the fallen beast rhythmically, almost causing his maw to drop open but he held onto his composure. Was she flirting with him or pleasurably teasing him? Thor may have been a warrior but he was still new to the feminine she-wolf wiles since he spent all of his time being a defender of his pack. A knowing femme just might enjoy the fact that his so relatively ‘new’ in this whole male/female interactions. Thor then laughed, tilting his head back a little. “I suppose you could call me a loner but I was part of a powerful pack until recently. I chose to leave it.” He refrained from saying why. Thor would leave that as a mystery to her imagination. He had questions for her but this play banter was too much fun to ask all at once.

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A pair of chocolate eyes flashed between the tattered meat, protruding ivory bones, and the marred face of the hunter. He spoke elegant words, complimenting her good looks – something that Datura was not so certain about, and her eyes squinted to see if she could detect any semblance of sarcasm in his flattery. His flowery words seemed sincere, and his expression was void of derision. For once, Datura was at a loss for words, her sharp tongue silenced by the kind words the male had offered. She was not accustomed to such flattery – just carrying on a normal conversation was a challenge to Datura, as her parents had never bothered to stress the importance of manners and keen social skills. Her natal pack had not existed for formality and kindness. They had not been kind or generous; they had never expressed love and affection. Familial duty held the ragtag band of worthless wolves together, not a sense of intimacy or devotion. Surviving to watch another sunset was their ultimate goal – their entire lives revolved around finding food, every day, fighting for food, and running scared when larger threats loomed.

Years ago, when Datura was still a pup herself, she had watched her brothers and sister suffer. Her mother and father not mourned the loss of each of her siblings as they wasted away from hunger or merely vanished. Her littermates had been weak creatures who were not meant to survive. Her parents had been alphas, but Datura was not proud of the fact. It was not something that she shared – her past had been abandoned, and there was no returning. The pack she was born into had been a weak one. Weak packs were doomed. Now she understood. Once they were gone, Datura had only herself.

Now she had Kairos. Nothing was more important than its survival and the future conquests. The petite female had absolute faith in Goliath. He had not yet disappointed her, and she would return the favor in her own ways – even if it meant using her guile and femininity. She ate more than her fill, a habit left over from her meager childhood. Lifting her dainty skull from the remains of the kill, she offered a sweet smile as her tongue took great care to clean the blood that was left to linger on her lips. ”Thank you for sharing your meat with me, a mere stranger. You must be a fine hunter to subdue this unfortunate thing on your own.”

She found it strange that the male stated he had left his pack, but would not elucidate when the obvious question loomed – why? Was he a coward, fleeing responsibilities he had not wanted? Had he angered the alpha? Biting back her suspicion, Datura’s tactics were more subtle. There were always methods to get the answers sought without offending the snowy beast. ”What brings you to this part of Anikira, Thor?” She spoke his name with calculated charm, the hint of a smile teasing her dark lips. ”Most wolves do not bother to stray to this side of the island. The prey is ample, and yet...” She gave a faint shrug. ”Here you are. What is it that you seek? You suggest that your pack was powerful. In my experience, the ones that claim Anikira are a paltry lot. Most are inadequate at best, and piteous at worst. Only Kairos stands above the others.”

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Inside Thor knew that she was trying to study him in order to see if his compliment was anything but honorable. He then sensed that perhaps she was not accustomed to receiving such words, not that ‘he’ had but he also knew that he had to be pretty handsome in order to get all the offers that he did in the past. Anyway… usually a male didn’t worry about such things. It was the females that liked to hear such sweet words whispered in their ears and Thor was a gentle-beast. He loved making a femme feel good about themselves, especially if the positive feedback were true. In this particular case it was definitely true and his facial expression displayed the honesty that was attached to his words. These thoughts led him to ponder over what her life was like thus far. Perhaps she had come from hard times. Thor’s motto was always ‘what didn’t kill you makes you stronger’. But he ‘was’ a warrior after all.

As Datura ate Thor sat down and then proceeded to lie down. His very dark brown onyx eyes were riveted toward her. He watched ever bite she took and every lick she performed with her tongue over her muzzle. Needless to say he was a bit taken back by her. Then he responded in kind to what she stated. “This creature has served a greater purpose and as such it’s an honor for him to keep the cycle of life rotating. It’s my deepest pleasure to feed you. It’s a honor.” Thor figured that what he gave he would receive back one-hundred fold. An effort was put forth for his new beginnings, not that he knew meeting another wolf so soon would be the case, but he was glad for the ball to be rolling already. Things were looking up!

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, which made him grin, bearing happily his very long ivory white fangs. It was a pleasurable tease for the male to withhold his full story and to see how eager she was to know of him, but she was doing some playful banter of her own… this much he knew. “I am looking for a new life. I was starving for one.” He watched her lips as she spoke. He found her very amusing and very alluring to say the least. Thor’s one eye brow lifted as he began to lick his own muzzle free of the blood that was already drying. He could do a better job if there was water around here. Usually he would dip his snout into a stream and shake his head a little to free up the dirt and such. Thor was a clean and well kept male and was very proud of that.

The powerful brute stood and began to saunter over toward her now but continued to speak. “I seek a new life and I am not from this island. I am from a farther away land and yes my pack was powerful but I needed something new for myself.” Her words suggested that she was indeed from this pack that ‘she’ speaks of. She spoke of it with such pride that it intrigued him to ask about it. “Am I to assume that you are in the pack of Kairos? Is this pack in need of a mighty warrior?” Playfully he winked at her as his face came even nearer to hers. This conversation drove every part of his body mad. Part of him wanted to ask if she had a mate but that was a question that would come much later. Such inquiries were inappropriate at this early time in their relationship, not that he was imagining that they could be more then friends in the future.

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Datura was not the philosophical sort. She did not believe in the interconnectedness of all creatures. Her kin had never paid homage to the animals they had hunted and devoured. The hunters were born to hunt, and the prey was born to feed them. Ultimately, the hunter and the hunted met the same fate. From the corner of an eye, she saw the male lie down, but Datura could never feel truly safe in the presence of another, even if the stranger spoke kind words. Remaining alive was like a game, and Datura did not intend to lose. Honor was only a word and a foreign concept to the petite female. ”There is no greater purpose than survival. This fellow has failed. In my view, there are the winners and the losers. There is only us and them.”

She fell silent now – while she was not especially hungry, she would not allow the remaining meat to go to waste. Thor spoke of his hunger for new life. Datura was silent as she considered her luck. The white male had been so easy to find, and he was so promising, she was certain Goliath would be pleased. As he stood, his pale features drawing closer, Datura’s head lifted from the gore. Instinctively, the fae sidestepped the carcass, now thoroughly picked to bits and pieces, leaving little for scavengers. Her shining eyes narrowed suspiciously – noble intentions or not, Datura knew that she had to be cautious around males. She could anticipate Goliath’s reaction if he detected the scent of a foreign male lingering. Once before, he had not tolerated her association with other brutes. Had she not already proven her loyalty to Kairos, and to Goliath himself? It was better to be safe than sorry, and Datura still strove to remain in Goliath’s good graces. She could not risk any suspicions on her alpha’s part.

Within seconds of her bizarre reaction to Thor’s close proximity, Datura adopted another pleasant expression, though there was tenseness hidden in her features now. She had a part to depict, and she could not let this massive beast slip out of her paws now – even if it meant swallowing her pride and playing the harlot, for sure knew that males often followed their desires and urges instead of their brains. He spoke of his origins, on a land farther away from Anikira, and Datura had to bite back her perverse interest – was he from Africa, as well? Her history was nothing something she was proud of. Not even Goliath knew the details of her past, as she was too ashamed of her natal pack and their involvement with humans. In Datura’s mind, no wolf or devil could be half as destructive as the two-legged animals she had finally escaped.

”Indeed,” she responded with a renewed grin, sickeningly sweet as her ivory canines flashed in the sunlight. ”Your assumption is correct. I am a part of Kairos. My alpha will ultimately decide who is worthy and who is not,” she explained with a tone of authority befitting a pack wolf, one who had been there since the beginning and would remain there until her final breath escaped her dying lungs. ”Goliath seeks those who are strong, able-bodied and willing to fight for our cause. Our home is across the bay, only a short swim away.” Her voice lowered, conspiratorial and delighted, a hint of amusement coloring her hushed words. ”But Ina’mos is only the beginning for Kairos. Join us now, and you will be rewarded handsomely for your dedication and service to Goliath and his cause.”

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