Silent Angel (Joining/Goliath)

[Tala]

Well, she made it across the waters as directed by the ever confusing Datura. The small frame of the newcomer was tired from the arduous journey, the normal smooth fur still tangled from the cold waters. She had taken some time to smooth herself out as she didn't want to appear as a scurvy wretch when she met up with the alpha, Goliath. Or anyone for that matter.

The light green eyes flickered here and there, searching for signs of someone nearby. Nervousness made her blood pump faster through her veins. Datura told her she could find protection, a safe home to call her own in return for her loyalty and skills as a Hunter. However, Tala wasn't one to excel in social exchanges. What if she made a mistake and was refused a sanctuary along with the wrath of angered superiors. 

She shook her head to rid herself of such thoughts. She was used to adversity, this would prove just another test of her character. Already better off than when she cut herself off of her birth pack as she knew how to care for herself...to some extent. 

How long ago it seemed now all the while dancing constantly in the back of her mind like a crazed devil to taunt her with threats of being useless and worthless in the eyes of all who cast their gaze upon her.

But now the timid and nearly mute female walked further inland, searching for life. Should she howl to announce her presence? She didn't really know. She was never taught much in etiquette of crossing borders. Of course if his he stayed silent, who would know she was looking for them? Instead of seeing her as a possible pack mate, they may see her as a trespasser.

Deciding to take her chances, she lifted her face towards the sky and sang a very quiet herald of her arrival. Now it was to late to back out, she was committed.

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OOC: this is also the thread Goliath will claim Tala as one of his females. So mating thread.

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A timid howl resonated from the sky. The call could have easily been mistaken for an errant breath of wind through the leaves, had the quiet plea fallen on oblivious ears. But on this day, fate was ambitious in its bid to unsettle the poor female, a virgin upon Kairos’ shores - for in that moment, its alpha scented an unfamiliar sweetness in the air.

Could it be? Yet another female to prostrate herself before their almighty pack, all for the service of Fenrir’s cryptic plan. Goliath was sure that if this strange female had journeyed here, against the tide and perilous cold, it had been a deliberate quest to find her true place at the feet of worthy men. Few arrived upon Ina’mos by mistake – and even fewer were that of fertile and wanton women. The alpha raised his muzzle to again find her scent in the wind’s ebbing trace, and his lips moistened at the heady stench of her readiness.

He followed the musky trail, drawing closer to the object of his fascination, curiosity and craving afire in his flared loins. His procreative power knew no bounds, and there wasn’t a female, new upon his land or otherwise, that was exempt from his enthusiasm to deliver only the purest of bloodline to the island. The vessel need not be a willing participant in this endeavour – it was their privilege to be chosen by him, and it was his right to bring to completion what his god had started.

Soon, he found her, sodden and shivering upon the beach – her appearance was a dismal sight, as though she were a wet pup dropped from her mother’s womb only seconds ago. She looked lost – afraid. Frail. Goliath’s eyes tentatively searched her body at first, looking for signs of sickness or injury that might have dissuaded him from claiming her. He saw nothing but pristine white fur, matted with seawater and gritty remnants of sand… and a virtuous face, adorned by a regal black muzzle. The unique marking was darkened by seawater, so much so that it almost stole the chaste integrity from her pale eyes. Almost.

“It is a rare day for such beauty to find its way upon my shores,” he spoke with a sultry hum following his flattery, assuming that adulation would be the first step towards calming her… before breaking the darling femme where she stood. “I am Goliath, sovereign of this land. But surely you already know who I am,” he declared, his voice deep with noble resonance. Very few wolves upon Anikira were ignorant of his name, and the power he held. Whether uttered with disdain, fear, or reverence, his name was so much more than a name – it was a rallying battle cry to Kairos, and an odious curse to his rivals.

“…And you are?” he demanded, after a lengthy silence. At the very least, he wanted to know her name, if he was to stake his claim over her. The sincerity of his expression masked his purpose well, his dark intentions hidden far beneath the saintly blue of his irises.

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[Tala]

She stood there weighing her options, staring off into the void as she imagined how the meeting would go. Would her small stature be a mark against her? She didn't know. Datura sent her here, surely she wouldn't have done so if rejection would be certain.

A rumbling voice shattered her train of thought and mint green met with intense, gorgeous blue. But it wasn't his eyes that made her marvel at the brute..he truly was a behemoth of a wolf. Towering over her with mind blowing stature and strength. Was he real?

Thrown into shock, she could only stand and stare in fascination as his introduction was made and for a time after. It wasn't until he requested her name that she was brought back to earth and bowed to the ruler. A shaky one but nevertheless respectful. "Tala. Your grace." Was it acceptable to refer to him like that? What was she supposed to call him? Surely his name would be an act of familiarity that she certainly didn't have. 'Sir' seemed general and not quite matched up to his magnitude. This was a king, there was no doubt of that. 

"If I may, I came here by word of Datura. She said I could....find purpose and safety here." The delicate song of her voice nearly blew away with the breeze, doubled with the struggle of trying to keep it even despite being incredibly humbled and unsure of herself.

What was she supposed to do next? List her qualities? No, that seemed presumptuous. She would wait to see his reaction. How she wished she gave even more attention to her coat. How pathetic she must look! He called her a beauty, but was he just being polite? Why would he bother? He is ruler and I am nothing in comparison. A circle of thoughts swam in her head as she tried to figure out just exactly what was going on. 

The fact that the season was prime for one to mate, she ignored it as best she could. Her old leaders told her she would never bear young, never be taken. A wretch like her would be the last to catch a worthy males attention. She only assumed everyone felt this way. Mating was the last thing on her mind. She only wanted safety.


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The sheer amazement in the femme’s eyes thrilled him to his bones – that he could attain such awe by merely staring her down was a delight to the already overconfident brute. His lips quirked in the shadow of a smile as she continued to inspect the magnificence of his size, before she finally responded with a timid, respectful lilt.

"Tala. Your grace."

Her voice practically quaked with uncertainty, but reverence kept her standing in place when it was obvious his presence was unsettling her. He had never been referred to by such a title – and if he were to take her words literally, then he would have laughed at the prospect of having even an ounce of grace about him, but the sheer worship in her voice had him easily overlooking what she had said. He was a God, and the title of ‘grace’ only alluded to that undeniable fact.

"If I may, I came here by word of Datura. She said I could....find purpose and safety here."

His ears perked at Datura’s name, and he could not hide the broad grin at the mention of his mate. The Matriarch was indeed clever, and knew his preference possibly better than he knew it himself; Tala was the very image of the perfect Kairos female. Polite, softly-spoken and shamelessly reverent – she would make a wonderful mother, if she could learn not to coddle her pups the way she coddled Goliath’s ego.

A roguish glint in the alpha’s eyes indicated that he had heard what she had said, but he was still deliberating over his words. He had to handle this situation delicately – the poor thing was clearly terrified, as she should have been. He could have easily mounted her mid-sentence, then and there… such was his right as alpha and ruler of this land, but the simple quaintness of this femme and the potential to cultivate her compliance into something more, was inviting to the chauvinistic brute. Perhaps he could entertain the notion of tenderness for a short while – failing that, all pretences would be dropped, and the dainty femme would receive a baptism into Kairos’ ranks by fire and force.

“This ‘purpose’ that you speak of, is a simple and sacred one, dear Tala…” he began smoothly, tempting her in a calm tone to relax. “The female body is built to endure, and create life – something a male will never be able to do. This makes you invaluable, a treasure among mortals,” he continued softly, the rough baritone of his voice sanded down to a refined purr. “The creation of life is a truly beautiful thing, wouldn’t you agree?”

He circled her slowly, his bright eyes half-lidded and boring straight into hers; his gaze was unyielding, plying her innocence in his favour. The timbre of his voice was melodious, but it could not hide the naturally portentous quality that his voicebox harboured. “We could create life right now, you and I. Right this very moment.”

He paused to judge her reaction – he expected fear, but perhaps… perhaps also some glimmer of understanding in her naïve gaze. Meaning would not come to those who were too afraid and too feeble to reach out and grasp it. The very essence of her being was so pure and undeniably virginal, Goliath could hardly contain his longing, which was proving to be surprisingly voracious despite being past the thick of her heat. He wanted to hear her willingness - her submission was his final necessity. 

“Say yes to me, Tala… and I will bring your purpose to light.”

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[Tala]

To say she was smaller that the powerful alpha was a major understatement, he was mountain amongst wolves and he certainly took pride in that. She could see that from the way he carried himself. But could she fault him? She wasn't sure. And picking apart her obvious superior wasn't in her repertoire. 

Steeling herself to stay put, Tala tried her best to look back at him without trembling. His opening words at first confused her. She had yet to fully understand his meaning until he spoke a little more. Her innocence had been a shield as well as the proclamation of her old alpha that she was unfit to ever bear pups, she never really allowed herself to think otherwise. Yet here was an offer......from an alpha himself to break that shield and plant his seed within her.

Her eyes widened, she was so small and he so large! Surely he wasn't serious. Would it even be possible? The idea frightened her to say the least. Yet she asked for purpose and she was being offered one. To refuse would be a cause for disaster for she imagined he would either force her or cast her out or....destroy her..... There was really no right answer...

She had heard stories of coupling as bonding between to lovers. Certainly not the case here. She knew he wanted to brand her, use her, she wouldn't know love. Yet if she said yes....she could love her children. The only ones she would ever be able to call her own. She could pour her heart out to them and she would certainly treat them better than her life had seen.

He was waiting and she wasn't sure how long his patience would last. He probably wasn't used to practicing a patient attitude when it came to an answer of his request. Visibly trembling and her eyes filling with tears, she nodded once. Accepting his offer despite her growing fear of what would happen next. This seemed the safest route, Tala asked for purpose and she was given one.

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[attr="class","pltxt"]As soon as the timid white fae nodded at his proposal, Goliath’s reaction was immediate. There would be no romance in this act, and nor would he pretend there to be, with barely a single hushed words of comfort or consolation shared between them. The enormous alpha advanced upon the trembling girl, his snout thrusting her tail aside and sampling the bouquet of pheromones that greeted him with a guttural growl of desire. This one was so unlike Datura and Messoria – she submitted in an instant without even a breath of challenge or wit, and the change was… intriguing, sugaring his ego with utter surrender.

He mounted her swiftly, feeling the fragility of her limbs beneath his massive weight, and entered her heat in one swift motion. His aim was no to bring pain or pleasure, but to be quick and direct in achieving their purpose. In accepting his seed, the delicate bitch was securing her place and protection within Kairos – a bold and shrewd decision for such a nervous creature. If it was purpose she sought, he would give her the greatest there was.

He movement was controlled and deliberate, neither fast nor slow, but painstakingly precise. His thrusts were absent the wild and harsh ministrations that Datura and Messoria had suffered through that season, and instead of sharing in his lustful burden, Tala received the most gentle and dispassionate nature that Goliath had otherwise believed did not exist within him. Grasping her pale scruff in a loose clench of his teeth, he reached the summit of his pleasure and steadied himself as his knot gradually formed, panting with gratification.

After what would have seemed an age to the fearful angel beneath him, he loosened himself and removed his warmth and heaviness from her, growling in bittersweet satisfaction at the loss of contact. He wasn’t sure if her feelings would have remained after their abrupt coupling – though fear drove her to the island, it could easily drive her away all the same. “You will stay on the island until giving birth, where you will be protected and well fed - but if you leave before then, I would suggest you never let me lay eyes upon you again.”

The deed had been swift, and for the most part, torment-free, asides from the obvious pain that could not have been helped. Goliath did not remain at her side to console her, instead exhaling with contentment after his duty had been fulfilled. He had no interest in deceiving her with bare-faced lies and pseudo-affection that he did not harbour, instead departing to leave her to the coldness of the waterfall’s breeze and the lonesomeness of her own thoughts.

Tala

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