Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 18:14:47 GMT -5
The furious storm clouds had gathered the previous night, dumping nearly an inch of rain since the early morning. All day, the horizon was dark as the sun refused to shine, hiding away safely beyond the menacing clouds that claimed the sky. By late afternoon, the steady rainfall began ease. The earth remained wet from the last storm only days before, and huge puddles were transforming into little lakes. Unhappy and wet, Datura had spent the day searching for refuge from the storm, seeking higher ground. Finally, as evening fell upon the land, the clouds finally cleared, leaving a clear, ink-colored sky with innumerable stars overhead. Datura stood upon the ridge that marked an invisible border between unclaimed lands and Vor’asa – Goliath’s new territory, and so by association, it also belonged to Datura.
The trees there were bare as autumn shriveled away, the final leaves of the season now decaying in the scarce shade provided by the empty, gnarled branches. In the depths of Delia Basin below, the dark waters churned dangerously as the rain flooded into the low basin from the surrounding hills. Winter was the most dangerous time for their species, but Datura had never experienced the season there on Anikira. In her former home, in the place where the two-legged monsters reigned over all other beasts, there were only two seasons: hot and miserable, or wet and miserable. The summers were scorching there. The winters were far from freezing, but still unpleasant, as the barren earth provided little sustenance. She was not sure what to expect, but she had Kairos to provide for her now – and she would provide for Kairos, in her own ways.
Datura sat, her fur still damp from the day’s precipitation, ignoring the discomfort of the twilight air as she attempted to groom her pelt. Ina’mos would be missing her – she had to return to her island home soon. Still, the auburn tinted fae was rather fond of Tas’alea and the lands that Goliath controlled there. She had never been bothered by being alone for long stretches of time, but found that she longed to be at her alpha’s side once more. Kairos was still ignorant to the presence of the all-female pack living just across the basin, safely tucked away in the jungles in the south. In Datura’s mind, every corner of Tas’alea belonged to Goliath now.
As the mating season progressed, Datura had been avoiding males like the plague, her mission to recruit new warriors forgotten for the time being. Just being near any other brute would be a sin, though no other creature could tempt her but her alpha. The she-wolf swayed for no others, only Goliath, but the time was not yet right to produce a strong heir or two. She had crucial plans for her future and the future of Kairos – she would be the mother of a new generation, powerful and fiercer than any previous wolves. She would make Goliath proud, even if it killed her. Her life’s mission was vital – he expected it from her, and indeed, she would demand it when her time arrived. Giving sons to Goliath, creating his sacred legacy, was far more important than any amount of risk to her own being. In the end, it would all be worthwhile.
She could not be the only one birthing new little hunters and warriors, of course. Kairos would not grow with only one new litter, and the need for hunters would multiply with each pup born into their ranks. The hunters were expected to give themselves to whichever warrior claimed her. New females were crucial to Goliath’s goals. He could not claim every one of them – or at least, Datura hoped he would not take every femme for himself.
Her wandering thoughts were interrupted by a foreign scent floating on a cold ocean breeze. Immediately, Datura knew that she was no longer alone there, sitting alone at the top of the hill. The scent was too conspicuous to be left over from the last wolf who had passed through the area, especially following the day's downpour. Unperturbed by the presence of a stranger, the female glanced around, pale brown eyes carefully surveying the landscape around her.
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