-the wrong side of heaven [joining//open]

[Messoria]

After days of traveling, her paws had finally led her to this place shrouded by whispers and rumors. Kairos, they called it, inhabited by giants and ruled with iron certainty. It had piqued Messoria’s interest from the very moment that the tales had reached her dark auds. She’d heard them time and time again, more frequently the closer she wandered, although sometimes she wondered if there was slight exaggeration. They were like crone’s fables, told to pups to keep them in their dens at night, and yet that was what had intrigued Messoria. If Kairos truly was what it was rumored to be, she was correct in coming here. A strong pack, she had long ago decided, was where she rightly belonged.

Her gait did not falter as she crossed their border, although she was certainly aware of it. A plethora of scents drifted into Messoria’s nostrils, male and female alike, although one stood out more than the others. The alpha, she assumed, for the strong scent was unquestionably male. She had not caught his name in the midst of the rumors, almost as if there were those too afraid to speak it, but she would learn it today. Onwards she went, her slender body pushing through the foliage, breath puffing visibly before her with each breath. The chill felt good on the warm skin beneath her coarse pelt; not too cold, and certainly not warm. Then again, Messoria had always enjoyed the bitter sting of winter air when the season was at its coldest. This was nothing, yet.

After a few long moments of her dark body weaving between the foliage, Messoria heard the first hint of roaring water. She paused for a brief moment, ears pricked forward atop her cranium as she listened and then proceeded, trotting quickly towards the sound. Where there was a waterfall, there was fresh water, and where there was fresh water, there was likely the pack. She wondered briefly how they would intercept her trespassing, despite her clear intention to join their ranks, yet there was nothing she could do but hold her head high and continue bravely. She would not back down from what she wanted, no matter the risks. It was not in her nature to do so.

Finally, the trees became sparser before fading to underbrush and shrubs, revealing a clear pool nestled at the base of a cliff, where the waterfall rushed over the edge, foaming and frothing where it met the stilling water. She edged forward, longing for a sip after her journey, and yet she did not dare. This was not her home yet, after all. She was a stranger here, and she was not welcome to their resources until she had been given permission. Settling for dipping her paws quickly into the frigid pool to cool herself, she took several steps back and sucked in a deep breath, throwing back her head and parting her slender muzzle. A howl slipped forth, spilling from between her teeth and filling the air around her. It was long and searching, by no means demanding, and tinged with curiosity. She called to anyone who might hear her, specifically one of higher rank if she was particularly lucky, but she would take anyone at that moment. When she’d finished, she lowered her head, her ivory canines clacking together as her amber eyes searched the trees. She waited patiently, her muscles tight with anticipation and just a hint of caution. If all went as planned, she would find a home here in Kairos. She felt it in her bones, the deep-seeded desire to fit it, to serve a purpose. She would show them how badly she wanted it.

Tagged: Titan or @zenith
Words: 616
Notes: A little rusty, but yayy. ^^

[Jaienyx]

Wherever she went, whichever land she roamed, it seemed the call of a lonesome vagabond was never far behind. Her ears flicked backwards distastefully, estimating her proximity to the stranger as being much closer than she desired. Lately, she had been finding that more and more wolves were in search of a home, settling in places she deemed inferior to Valyn despite knowing little about their inner workings. The scent that was in the air, the way it differed from the unclaimed she had grown used to, had been enough to keep her informed of the fact that her paws graced a kingdom that was not hers. This mere fact, however, had not been enough to send her back the way she had come. She was curious enough of the packs that dotted this expanse realm to roam the various places in which they resided, even though that curiousity wasn’t vast enough to include a consideration of alignment. She wouldn’t plead her case to a member of hierarchy, listing off her talents and her disadvantages (though the latter of the two was hardly worth mentioning), when she had absolutely no desire of becoming a part of the pack they represented. She was here to learn about them, not for them to learn about her.

She hadn’t realized that she had pursued the distinctly feminine call until she could see the makings of a dark shape in the distance. It was a shame that so many females were beseeching these unknown packs when another existed that clearly favoured their superior gender. She, like so many, probably didn’t know of Valyn’s existence, but Jaienyx wasn’t feeling particularly charitable at the moment. She’d much sooner sit back and enjoy the show, starring a piteous female that wished to make something of herself in a place that wouldn’t be nearly as capable of appreciating what she could do.

Her pace was quick and purposeful, yet not a sound was made - not so much as the brush of her paws against the dirt - as she approached from behind. She moved in a way similar to how a predator would stalk its prey, eyes calculative, the line of her mouth tight, her intentions made out to be just short of foreboding when she reached the stranger’s side and made no unfriendly moves against her. She remained silent as her haunches settled against the ground, her stance radiating flawless poise, only looking towards the other female fleetingly before disinterestedly averting her attention to the large stretch of land before them. She was thankful that there was no reason for her to part her jaws in song, the other having taking it upon herself to accomplish the necessary, but tedious task. Her golden complexion was unmarred, shimmering in a way that surely humiliated the sun. It was clear, if not through observation alone, that she cared immensely for her own beauty. Others weren’t required to admire her looks (even though they often did) because she was more than capable of doing it herself. She was downright selfish, in that she had grown to expect an array of applause from whomever her audience consisted of, peering into the reflection cast her way from a body of water’s surface whenever she got the chance and knowing that the creature that would meet her eyes would be nothing short of stunning. It was only then, when the seconds had long since stretched into tiresome minutes, that she turned to the darkly coloured female with a sigh, caliginous eyes like two black holes fixating upon her with remarkable intensity. She would likely not know, for so few paid any mind to the microscopic details, but the slight upward tilt to the tip of her amber muzzle was an indirect means through which she established her own pomposity.

“I, too, care to meet whomever has placed a claim on this land.” With eyes unblinking, a smile, though arguably forced, pricked the corner of her mouth. She very well was what mannerism was said to be, benevolent for all intents and purposes. Although the glint in her eye was fierce, as though an unnecessary warning sat unspoken on the tip of her tongue, what was spoken never ceased to be stated with composure and, thus, regality. “I will not interfere with the offering of yourself as a compliant subordinate, lest you interfere with my business.” It sounded how it would if a mother were scolding her child, insisting that they behave with stern, callous threats, which contrasted quite brilliantly with the ever present smirk on the corner of her lip. She was just as likely being humourous, offering nothing more than a polite tease, though it remained rather difficult to discern given her lack of initiative to make her objective explicit.

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Word Count: 797.
Tags: @zenith , Messoria
OOC: N/A.

[Messoria]

Patiently, Messoria waited. Well, as patiently as she could. There was a surge of energy twitching beneath her pelt, urging her to twist impatiently, to glance around her, but she held still. It would not do for her to appear jumpy or nervous when someone came, and certainly not as if she had more important things to do than wait to be graced with the Kairos presence. Truly, she didn’t. This was why she had come here: to be accepted so that she could serve some greater purpose other than hunting for herself and finding the next available source of shelter. She was worth more than that, undoubtedly, and so she had sought out the most likely pack to bring her greatness. She waited.

Like a spirit summoned forth from the nether by her howl, a light shape appeared at her side. Messoria swiveled her head quickly, which was the sole sign of her alarm as her amber gaze raked across the cream-gold coat of the new addition. Pretty, I suppose. In an obvious way, she thought shamelessly. Messoria had never denied being vain, after all. For a long moment she watched the silent she-wolf, musing over what her arrival meant. She did not smell of Kairos, and Messoria had not encountered her scent at all on the way into the territory. In fact, she didn’t appear to be very concerned with Messoria’s presence. Another seeking to join Kairos’ ranks, perhaps?

She spoke then, turning her dark eyes on Messoria, who did not look away. She met the strangers gaze evenly, not deigning herself to respond to her first statement. So she was seeking the alpha, then, for whatever unknown reason. And then she went on after a brief pause, drawing a snort from Messoria as the dark fae turned away from the stranger. Her tone had been more than snarky, and Messoria couldn't help but feel the brief spark of irritation as it wriggled its way into her chest. She had come searching for giants and had found a pompous fairy instead.

”Compliant subordinate? Is that what you call it?” Messoria asked, watching the pooling water as if it were worlds more interesting. While the stranger gave her something to do that didn’t involve battling her impatience, she was nowhere near glad of her presence yet. Not until Messoria figured out what she wanted. It wouldn’t exactly look good on her if she brought a troublemaker nipping at her heels, after all. The most irritating part about the stranger, already, was that Messoria could not pin her or her reasoning for being here. While it was not any of her business, something about the teasing smirk that she could spot from the corner of her eye made the fur along her spine twitch.

”Nevertheless,” she continued, making it clear that her first question had been strictly rhetorical, ”I do not care why you are here. Do as you wish; I have come to join Kairos.”

Chestnut-flecked ears flicking atop her cranium, Messoria lowered her rump to the ground, tucking her tail neatly around her paws. Her slender figure was still as stone despite the storm brewing within her ribcage, one part anticipation and two parts irritation mingled with mild curiosity. After a long moment, she tilted her head just a fraction, gazing at the golden fae from the corner of her eyes.

”Messoria.” She offered her name in a quick, clipped tone, although secretly she did wonder what sort of name would be paired with such a sly face. ”Pray tell, does your name shine as brightly as you do?” Her tone held mingled amusement and admiration, although the latter easily might have been a jest. If she was going to wait, she might as well enjoy herself, even if it was at the expense of this stranger. However, she couldn’t push too far too soon; risking offending someone who could easily become a potential pack mate was a horrid idea, so Messoria would watch and wait.

That was, after all, her only option.

Tagged: Jaienyx   @zenith
Words: 674
Notes: N/A

[Jaienyx]

That was what she called it. Had that not been why she said it in the first place? She mused, with an abrupt sensation of haughtiness, that she could not expect a stranger to understand that she did not fill her precious time with unnecessary speech. Most happened to be subordinates, save for the select few that answered to a name of grander status, and compliance tended to follow in pursuit naturally. Perhaps the stranger would learn that in time for herself. After all, since she was here to join Kairos, she was well on her way to being reduced to yet another fly in the mighty spider’s web.

The other female had not been as quick as others had been in the past to avert her eyes, and that was quite a shame, for Jaienyx was not known to take kindly to a challenge. If she would not look away, then neither would Jaienyx - despite how pitiful that was, for already she was tiring of her plain eyes. There was nothing original to be observed in her features, and should she have had the opportunity to familiarize with her vain attitude, chances were high that she would have suppressed a muffled laugh. The amber of her eyes was about as prosaic as the velvety black of her fur, and almost instantaneously any foreseeable threat that she read in the stranger’s gaze had been quelled, as though unworthy of the consideration of the privileged.

Impossible. She would have thought it downright impossible that she could formulate a lower opinion than she already had, up until the moment that her perfectly pricked ears had been forced to flatten against the top of her head in their best attempt of avoiding the outrageous noise that departed from the tip of the other female’s repulsive snout. As an upholder of certain mannerisms, and certain behaviours that befitted the typical lady, she was never more disgusted by her fellow females than in the moments that they degraded themselves to notions more suitable a lesser male. The expression hanging off the corner of her politely smiling lip remained present, despite having wavered for the briefest of seconds. Perhaps Messoria, so she called herself, was nothing more than frivolous, holding herself in such low regard as to actually find such sounds desirable. Either way, Jaienyx was suddenly thrilled that she had found somewhere else to offer her services, because they were certainly unneeded amongst the quality and class she imagined to fill the ranks of Valyn.

“Brighter,” she could not possibly care less for Messoria’s ridicules. She didn’t have to genuinely admire the sheer brightness of her being, because even worded in the form of a joke, or as something meant to not be taken seriously, it was admiration nonetheless until explicitly stated otherwise. “You may call me Jaienyx. A pleasure to make your . . . acquaintance.” Surely it would be nothing more than mere acquaintanceship, right? She was not sure that she could handle making use of her company upon more than this singular occasion. Her golden eyelids fluttered like vivid butterfly wings, her patience wearing thin for the arrival of their greeter. She was not particularly fond of this she-wolf’s . . . existence, for the matter. She was revoltingly unpolished, snorting like an uncultured pup. On top of that, she had the indecency to hold Jaienyx’s eye-contact for longer than someone of her disposition was permitted. She knew so little about Messoria surpassed her name, and already she was certain that she did not want to learn a thing more.

And yet she turned to her in spite of her own horror, the fixation of her deeply hued eyes gentle. “I sincerely hope you find the luxury in Kairos that you deserve.” Her words were communicated with genuine kindness, though whatever luxury Jaienyx believed her to deserve was certainly nothing short of a mud-splattered den lined with the feces of her . . . beloved new family.

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Word Count: 657.
Tags: @zenith , Messoria
OOC: Her thoughts were so rude in this post, I'm sorry. xD

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The demure howl sent a heated thrill through the alpha’s bones, eliciting a virile tremor from his robust hindquarters to his bared teeth. The feminine cry was a song most welcome upon Ina’mos, and tangled in the throes of hormonal anticipation, the enormous male let a guttural purr emanate from his chest – an involuntary expression of sexual want. His tail bristled as a riotous grin sullied his expression, knowing the encounter that awaited him would reap no fruits from his seed, as it was Datura who he intended to claim first, branding her as his own with enough strength and might to rival the potency of the Almighty himself. His ungodly weight would be the only force holding her delicate form to the earth.

His resolution wavered as he began pursuing the origin of the howl, deliberating over whether he could refrain from mounting the first female that offered herself to him in his fervent state – a colossal male obviously swollen with heated desire and radiating a lust all too formidable was sure to beckon even the coyest of femmes to prostration. His virility was a force that tampered with the inhibitions of the soft and stone-natured alike.
But, alas, what harm come become of simply welcoming a lonesome bitch to his homeland?

Goliath trampled onwards with earth-leaping strides, his quick breaths leaving his body as a fiery announcement of his impatience. He could sense her existence on the land, smell her willingness in the air; his very blood entwined with the heartbeat of his island, and every additional guest upon it thrummed with a distinctive aura that beckoned him towards their presence. Most emerged from the water with either desperation or defiance pressing them on, and rarely an amalgamation of anything else, and he was eager to learn which of the two extremes called this female to wade so far from Anikira and venture into the unknown perils that Kairos had become so infamous for. Or perhaps she sought asylum whilst her body was enflamed and raw with the season’s desire to bring life to the land, and this was an ache he was more than happy to satisfy.

His nostrils flared with interest, an additional scent twining with the wavering breeze. Another female, but the proximity of her aroma led him to believe that the two were in close company with each other – an odd thing, considering it was only one voice that bade his presence. His gait slackened to bide time, his curiosity prickling the arousal that had been paramount in his urgent strides.

Voices. He was close – but not yet close enough to discern any meaning from the dainty trills of their conversation. The brute’s pace was glacial, his enormous paws padding mildly through the foliage to stifle his approach, intrigue sleuthed by no small amount of suspicion reducing his haste.

I do not care why you are here. Do as you wish; I have come to join Kairos.

He was met with a dusky voice, the two femmes yet to make an appearance in his line of vision shrouded by trees and shrubbery, but he paused in amusement at the blatantly terse tone.

Messoria.

The foreign name piqued his attention, but not almost as much as the subtle chide that followed.

Pray tell, does your name shine as brightly as you do?

A devilish smirk sharpened his expression from amusement to hunger, the slightly contemptuous exchange riling an excitement in him that refused to succumb to silence – so much so that a dark chuckle broke the void of his concealment, presuming that the females were to occupied by their haughty niceties to divine his dormant presence.

You may call me Jaienyx. A pleasure to make your... acquaintance. I sincerely hope you find the luxury in Kairos that you deserve.

Goliath let his expression fall in condemnation, embittered by the second females acerbic tone, which overshadowed the aloof voice that preceded her. Insincerity was a thing most ugly to the officious alpha, and though the first voice had lured him with her impassivity and cool repartee, the wit fluent in the lilt of her soft voice, the second voice was a shrill juxtaposition whose sickly sweet veneer did little to hide her conceit. His black lips tugged at the irony of the final bid between the two, and it was only then that he decided to intercept the pair before the first femme lowered herself to match the other’s passive aggressive slur. What children femmes could be.

“Luxury?” his deadpan tone was fringed by an elusive smile, but his stature exceeded that of the females so tremendously that he doubted they would have noticed it even if they both craned their necks. “I do hope that your backside is more sincere than that mouth of yours – or do they both expel false excrement?”

His measured stare landed on the golden-hued female, alight with amusement and a rather heavy-handed pretence of chivalry. His brows lifted in derisive charm, delivering the very same courtesy that the stockier femme had given to the other - but he doubted she would have noticed, given that her attention continued to pass indulgently towards her own reflection in the water, a glutton for her own appreciation.
His icy gaze shifted between the two, relishing in their scents despite the mockery that he had bestowed. In an instant, his preference between the two was clear – the darker femme was slender, possessing willowy frame that advertised her breakability with shameless ache to receive him. Small and tempting, her svelte body commanded his attention with fervour, and his eyes passed casually over her rear in appreciation. Her irises gleamed with unspoken insight, a brilliant hue of ember and gold, and it was the sheer clarity of her amber depths that held his attention for an age longer than the other’s.

The golden bitch had a bulk to her that immediately curdled the brute’s interest, the weight of her body and the noticeable size of her chest causing his scrutiny to pass fleetingly in disregard. Her eyes, so unlike Messoria’s, were so vastly murky they were almost black, and swam with a hideously opaque deception. Eyes that dark could not be trusted – so dark they may as well have been blind, gaping wounds in her cranium. Coldness flooded him at the inconvenience of her presence – but the apathy soon fled as he returned his full attention to the dark femme who had only minutes ago revealed her intentions to join their righteous empire.

“Messoria – my lands kneel in welcome at your arrival. You will find no luxuries here,” his tone was deep and vibrating with rich invitation, and though his stare did not leave her ochre eyes, it was clear that this clarification was not aimed at her. His earlier primal urges had settled in place of civility, but it was dangerously apparent from the foreboding tone that his following words were an enticement as much as they were a warning.

“Kairos offers only purpose and supremacy for those with the fortitude to deserve it.”

It was true that his pack’s infamy was spreading like fire caught upon a divine and immolating wind, and though his fortune had ascended faster than he could have anticipated, his mounting power only served to deplete that of the other pack’s that hid from his omniscient eyes. As Kairos continued to vastly soar in number, they cast a rising shadow that would soon blacken all of Anikira and Tas’alea, leaving every outsider to fade beneath his almighty silhouette.

WORDS: 1272
TAGGED: Messoria & Jaienyx

[Messoria]

“Brighter. You may call me Jaienyx. A pleasure to make your . . . acquaintance.”

Messoria leveled Jaienyx with a long look, her heavily lidded eyes barely containing their blatant disdain. She knew that it certainly was not a pleasure, and already she had learned that Jaienyx’s polite words – if they could even be called that – were constantly shrouded with a thinly veiled hint of scorn. She was not the first she-wolf Messoria had met who left a nasty taste in one’s mouth for days afterwards, but she very easily might have been the most infuriating. As she continued on to wish Messoria “luxury” in Kairos, the ebony-tinted she-wolf did not even bat an eye in response. She could only imagine what kind of luxury Jaienyx was referring to, no matter how sickly sweet her delicate voice was. She was the type of wolf whose prickliness and arrogance made Messoria smirk with amusement, and it was that slow smirk that spread across her muzzle now. What a little princess, she thought with much amusement.

Whatever biting response she might have offered to Jaienyx’s contempt, Messoria did not have the opportunity. The only warning that she received before she was bombarded by the sheer size of the brute who stepped from the trees was a quieting of the birds around them. Jaienyx no longer occupied her thoughts at all as she caught sight of the rex who stood before them now. He was truly colossal, with thick fur of mottled black, browns, and white, and his voice when he spoke, ah! His voice…it was deep and confident, caressing her auds in a way that made her yearn to hear it again and again. He was incredible.

“Luxury? I do hope that your backside is more sincere than that mouth of yours – or do they both expel false excrement?”

Messoria could not contain the grin of pure amusement that spread across her muzzle, much like she could not hide the glimmer of awe in her bright amber eyes as he turned his attention away from Jaienyx and towards her. It was then that she caught the color of his eyes, a pale blue that seemed to steal the breath from her very lungs. Again he blessed her with the gift of his voice, and her dark, velvety ears stood erect atop her head, eager to hear every word.

“Messoria – my lands kneel in welcome at your arrival. You will find no luxuries here. Kairos offers only purpose and supremacy for those with the fortitude to deserve it.”

She had expected nothing less of the fierce pack, specifically now that she realized the rumors were very accurate. Kairos was indeed ruled by a giant, and for a brief moment she allowed her gaze to roam across his body. His large chest, the way she caught just a hint of his powerful shoulders if she craned her head back far enough, the way his coat wrapped around his substantial form, well-muscled and easily appreciated…the Kairos alpha was truly something to behold. Again Messoria felt a sense of satisfaction that she had come here; it was the right choice, she was sure of it, even if she spent the rest of her life as an incubator for little warrior pups. She had heard of how Kairos treated their females – not poorly by any means, but with high expectations for their capabilities of bringing life into the world. Still, she had come. She would serve however she could.

”I would not expect any less, my lord,” she said, dipping her head respectfully so that her delicate muzzle pointed briefly towards the ground. ”You will find no insincerity or negligence sleeping within me.”

The last bit was uttered with a quick glance in Jaienyx’s direction, before once more she turned to face the brute who stood so impressively before her, an ambitious edge to her keen gaze. She suddenly desired it more than she believed she could. She wanted to be a part of the growing reign that was Kairos so badly that she could almost taste it. Her body practically hummed with her desire, and it took everything in Messoria to keep herself still and calm beneath his heavy gaze.

”I will serve Kairos unceasingly.”

Tagged: Jaienyx & @zenith
Words: 709
Notes: I apologize again for the wait~ ^^:

[Jaienyx]

Her contemptuousness had not been as thoroughly disguised as was her normal, this was true, but she reputed with her own slack, forgave her own carelessness, by levelling that the desire to keep up false pretenses was not as powerful, this time, as the dislike that reverberated through her body at the mere presence of this other female. She exerted a calmness, a confidence, that intended to pose a threat, and she found it as intolerable as she did foolish; did she hope that Jaienyx’s rightfully regal head would bow in admiration? She would bow only to lick the cheek of a surrendering coward, pleased by the ability of anyone, even a disgustingly brazen she-wolf like Messoria, to recognize how unworthy they were of holding so much as a second of her attention.

Then he entered, the sizable troll, emphasizing the clearness of his gender in her own head because, up until this point, she had relished in the luck of maintaining a strictly female audience. She knew not if he expected her awe, her amazement at the pure height of him, and nor did she care to know. In her eyes, there was nothing impressive about a mountainous male, the look on her face entirely phlegmatic, undaunted, where Messoria’s seemed to lift in adoration - a repulsive lust to be had.

It was his words, more than his size, that captured her attention, drawn to peer into the icy lightness of his eyes as if she would see that he was talking to an unexpected fourth, someone solely deserving of being regarded in such a way, someone that had come to accept that they were not quite as perfect as she, the golden princess. If he had intended to offend her, he had accomplished just that, the she-wolf overcome by an immense feeling of disdain, of nausea, as if his presence alone had not been dissatisfying enough. It was perhaps better that his sights lingered upon the lesser of the two, despite Messoria having no fathomable reason to hold it over her, because the aggression with which her shadowed eyes pierced through the fur on top of his head and directly into his over-sized skull, as if maybe she would see a peanut for a brain inside to explain his incompetence, would seem uncannily senseless when to take into account the difference in stature between them. Despite having every reason to be afraid of the elephantine monster before her, she was not, much too preoccupied by both the stupidity behind where his grossly improper interest in females settled, and the wonder of how any self-respecting she-wolf could bring herself to be given to him, as though a gift, an object, that his amorous stare could engulf.

Messoria called him her Lord, and though Jaienyx did wonders of resisting the temptation to openly scoff, to laugh at her attempts of flattery, it would likely bring the humongous oaf a kind of pleasure that would bring her right back to wanting to openly scoff. She listened to her speech, something heard time and time again, reworded to suit the needs of whichever dictator happened to be front and center, with the remnants of a smile on her amber lip.

Insincerity and negligence would not be sleeping within her. There would be no room for such qualities once he made her into another commodity in which he could release all of his ugly, pent up sexual frustration.

“Aren’t you charismatic.” Her words were bitter, though spoken with a tight smile, a spark of that insincerity that he loved so much ever-present. “Your insignificant commentaries seem to hold more appeal elsewhere -” there was no need to gesture in Messoria’s direction, “- so flutter your blue eyes, Messoria’s Lord, and the true backside you make a show of marveling over will welcome you most kindly.” The other female was without sense, completely and ridiculously blind, if she thought he was paying more attention to her eyes than her rear.

“Perhaps,” she turned away from the Kairos Alpha, her eyes fatigued by the mere image of him, searching for the resentment within Messoria’s dark face that had been there only moment’s before they had been graced with the presence of the oh, great one. “You might fall for his woeful insincerity once it is your turn and he creates images in your head of abstract and heartfelt emotion so that you might accept him more gratefully.” Although she returned her attention to the monstrous sovereign, looked into his pale eyes as she spoke, her words were meant for him no more or less than they were meant for the indulgent female at her side. “Enjoy your luxurious fantasy world."

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Word Count: 791.
Tags: @zenith , Messoria
OOC: N/A.

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Goliath’s name, the very moniker that wrought his tremendous infamy, was no misnomer or trick of rumour. His deific size brought beasts of sense to their knees, and as such, the alpha was accustom to many degrees of veneration, or at the very least, aspiring a timely disbelief in the eyes of strangers – but the stark acknowledgment in Messoria’s awed gaze still brought a pleasant lift to the corner of his lips. Admiration never ceased to gratify the amorous brute, and as the dark femme spoke in turn, the colossal male could not help but silence himself to hear her esteeming promise.

I would not expect any less, my lord. You will find no insincerity or negligence sleeping within me. I will serve Kairos unceasingly.

The lowering of Messoria's slender neck, the tone in which she immediately and unquestionably revered him, even the lengthy quest of her eyes across his physique, all publicised her willingness and utmost suitability for his pack. Females who possessed such elegant prudence and modesty were few and far between in every generation upon Anikira – and as Goliath inspected his newest follower with an appreciation to rival that of Messoria’s own, his mind’s fancy was led astray with the prospects that she could bring to fruition in Kairos.

A lush, fertile wound resided within her svelte form, the ripeness of her nether void spreading through the air with a heady bouquet of wild yearning and feminine musk. He would claim her, gently and brutally, and every way in between, until nature submitted to his will at the tying of their loins – gifting them with new, blessed life. Her stomach would swell to devout proportions, carrying his heirs with heredities equally as divine as his own. The deliverance would greet them with a purpose and fulfilment like no other; the very culmination of two souls merging to invent a vastly refined progeny who would serve Kairos’ cause, and ultimately continue his lineage for decades to come. His name would never die, as long as his blood reigned over the land as a testament to him. Few others could claim such immortality – and any that basked in his glory could revel in a divine piece of it, however slim.

His mind roamed to the immeasurable number litters he might bring into the world, the bitches that he would disgrace with pleasure and claim for himself, the hours and days that he would spend building his empire to even greater, unbreakable lengths… But an unwelcome voice broke him from his arousing stupor.

Enjoy your luxurious fantasy world.

Goliath’s tail moved slightly, a half wag of amusement – his fantasy world was a rather pleasant place to be... If only she knew. “Hm...” he mused softly, casting Jaienyx an idle glance with an otherwise appeased expression worn upon his gallant face. “You’re still here?”

The golden femme’s bitterness was clearly unwarranted; the bitch was no more than an intruder on his land and a stranger to him, and the farther she committed to her own irrational resentment, the less offence he took from her words, until they were mere prattle in his ears from a pup who was yet to learn how to form fluent sentences. Hate was a tiresome obsession, and for that, he silently pitied her – but hating so obstinately, universally, and without true cause, much as the case was for this haughty femme, made the entire endeavour laughable. She wasted her own breath more than she wasted his time in hearing it.

“When you are finished squandering your time here, you may escort yourself off of my land,” he spoke flippantly, his voice possessing no false pretences or forced subtleties. “And when you return home, clucking to whomever will listen of the evils I did not commit to you today… you and I will both know that they are lies - conjured by a mind so petty and desperate to hate.”

What reason was there for her bitterness, truly? It seemed that her words were soured by blind need to force foolhardy judgement upon others for the sheer sake of it – without provocation nor intent to provoke. Her type was the same through and through, and he assumed that she would likely manufacture in her head the events of today as a far cry from the events of reality. If she was not here to join their ranks, then she was here to scout for information surrounding Kairos’ formidable name – and that possibility brought a gratified smirk to his ebon jowls.

There was no doubt in his mind that she would lie through her teeth to justify her unwarranted hatred for him and his pack; perhaps she would claim that he attempted to rape her, or tear chunks for her meaty body as she sat in helpless poise? With any luck, she would report back with news of how Kairos was run by oafs and brain-dead fools, simply for the fun of fuelling her own animosity. Though he could not speak for his domineering beta, Goliath possessed unmatched intellect – albeit delimited by insanity, but such eccentricities served to liven and sharpen his understanding of the world, to an almost obsessive refinement. Perhaps if this biased wench spread word of a primitive tribe that lived as simple brutes upon Ina’mos, then every force to stand against them would underestimate Kairos’ capabilities to a diabolical extent.

Only one thing was certain – any wolves to underestimate Kairos, lone or collectively, would die.

His stare met with Jaienyx’s, undeterred and almost amused at how she stared back at him with a far more inferior boldness, and his lips kinked with perverse deliberation. “If ever you wish to slacken those vices that are wound so deliciously tight,” a wet tongue slipped over his teeth, leaving the whites of his fangs glistening, “Then return to find my heaving arousal at the ready for you, my dear.”

That would surely disgrace her enough to send her trotting back to her mother hen, with a mouthful of hideous tales and a tidal wave of scorn pooling in her wake. Let her weave her webs, entangling only herself – any fallacies she might spin would bring no harm to them, as was the self-wounding nature of hate.

In truth, he rather liked her company – but more because of the depraved fulfilment she gave him in being so decadently sick, and enjoying every second of her revulsion.

Expecting Jaienyx to take her hasty leave, the alpha’s eyes returned to the more welcome sight of Messoria, a calm, incalculable expression escorting his examination of her. The previous image of her body full to the brim of his offspring brought a flicker of fondness to his impassive countenance, and it was clear from his silence that an apology for the previous distraction lingered somewhere unspoken in the air – but that was where it remained. An alpha, especially one as treacherously magnificent as him, need never so much as whisper an apology for anything.

“It thrills me to have you join us – for now, you will hunt, but when nature is ready to gift you with a more delicate undertaking, you will rest and nurse. The future generations of Kairos lay nestled within you, and for that, you are irreplaceable.”

An urbane, genuine smile found its way onto his muzzle, as rugged and torn as that muzzle was, for it could have easily been a smirk in any other light. He had high hopes for Messoria – a future mate, perhaps, or the mate of another warrior upon Kairos. It mattered not, for at the peak of today’s happenings, she had found her home, and Kairos had gained a mother.

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TAGGED: Messoria & Jaienyx

[Messoria]

So enthralled was Messoria by the pale eyes and deep, ringing baritone of her new alpha that she’d almost forgotten Jaienyx’s presence. Almost. The clipped, scornful tone brought her spiraling back to earth, ears flicking with irritation atop her skull as she turned her amber gaze on the pale she-wolf. On and on she went, spitting insignificant words meant to mock and wound, and yet Messoria gazed at her as if she were an irritating fly buzzing around her triangular ears. Each word that fell upon her was more silly and annoying as the last, until finally Messoria turned from Jaienyx without so much as a blink of her narrowed eyes. She would much rather have been alone with the massive brute before her, no matter how vehemently Jaienyx seemed to scorn that fact, but Messoria would be patient.

“Hm…you’re still here?”

Unbidden, a smirk found itself upon Messoria’s maw as Goliath spoke the very words that had flashed through her mind. As he continued, each word only caused Messoria’s smirk to grow until she was practically shuddering with it. He’d dismissed Jaienyx with such an admirable air of cool disdain that Messoria herself could not have ever done so flawlessly, nowhere near moved to rage by her childish antics. And yet he was not done, his next suggestion deliciously lewd and grating.

“If ever you wish to slacken those vices that are wound so deliciously tight, then return to find my heaving arousal at the ready for you, my dear.”

Making no move to hide where her eyes went with that particularly arousing image in mind, Messoria slowly tore her gaze away from Goliath to look at Jaienyx, savoring the way the vain little female’s arrogance had been brushed off so easily. Perhaps it was slightly silly of her to revel in the way Jaienyx’s barbed words fell short, and yet it was the pale vixen who’d marched so foolishly into Kairos for the sake of ridicule and scorn. Messoria felt no sympathy for her, not even a trace, and she was all too eager to focus on Goliath as he addressed her once more.

“It thrills me to have you join us – for now, you will hunt, but when nature is ready to gift you with a more delicate undertaking, you will rest and nurse. The future generations of Kairos lay nestled within you, and for that, you are irreplaceable.”

Messoria could not deny that she was satisfied with her initial role. To hunt for the pack was a gracious opportunity, and one that she would not take lightly. Her previous words had not been honeyed lies meant for the alpha’s ears – she would give Kairos her all, and when the time came for life to be born of her womb, she would carry her offspring proudly. Already she considered the idea of Goliath himself siring her first litter, an idea that caused warmth to radiate from her core, her hips shifting just slightly with the heat. Messoria was ambitious, and there would be no greater victory than to bring strong sons into the world for Kairos’ sake. It was a wonderful prize that danced tantalizingly through her head, and one that was far from unobtainable. She would succeed in her role of Hunter, and from there she would do all she could to catch Goliath’s attention.

Her thoughts had consumed her only for the briefest moment as she dipped her head in acceptance of Goliath’s words. ”I will do so proudly,” was her simple response, for the truth of the matter was in both her tone and her gaze, which she reluctantly turned on Jaienyx.

”I will not say it was a pleasure,” she said with a dismissive flick of her ears as she turned her back on the female, fully prepared to follow Goliath into her new home. ”So goodbye.”

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[Jaienyx]

The way that they spoke to one another, even looked at one another, was enough to trigger her gag reflex had she not the rigid disposition that prohibited her from protruding her neck in such an unpleasant fashion. Instinctively, she averted her unnaturally dark eyes, the environment, though no place for someone like her, was outstandingly less disagreeable than the exchange of lustful looks and sugar-coated words that consumed her two counterparts. Although there would always be a piece of her that found attention desirable, that craved the spotlight, even when supplied to her by someone quite so grossly repellant, she was nonetheless content to excuse herself before either of them could be bothered to acknowledge that she had so greatly insulted them in the first place.

That was, until the Alpha male of Kairos, the beastly creature himself, again diverted pale blue eyes to devour the sight of the golden female mid-turn, his words an attack aimed for the core of everything she believed in. He likely knew better than to think that she planned to ever return, which meant his intention had been to solely offend, and though her eyes burned with unseen animosity, the idea of such a monstrous maniac inside of her a nightmare in itself, she refrained from making a show of her repulsion; the last thing she wanted to do was play into his games exactly like he expected her to. It did, however, cause her to momentarily pause, lingering just long enough to catch the newly named huntress’s biting goodbye. It was truly a pity that not every female could be saved from the fate that awaited them in Kairos, that Messoria was too blinded by Goliath’s emission of power, to know that a pack existed that was better suited to the likes of them. But it was equally as true that Jaienyx wasn’t always particularly forgiving, and so it was with a deep satisfaction that she left the slim, ebony she-wolf to her esteemed role. She’d be a mother soon enough, and then perhaps her and Goliath’s offspring could play with their abundance of half-siblings. She was nothing more than a pawn in his greater scheme for domination, and though Jaienyx saw it now and she did not, it was a lesson she looked forward to her one day seeing for herself. She very well could be replaced. All it would take was another lonely female on the Kairos border to fill her spot. But Jaienyx didn’t care to stay long enough to witness the prospering of that unavoidable truth.

She knew everything she needed to about Kairos, and about that male that ruled at its center. She didn’t miss his comment about the way she’d cluck of his evils, and though true she had the intention of telling any who would listen of how wasteful it would be of their time to meet with him here, to consider joining as yet another obedient follower at his oversized heel, he had done nothing to her directly upon this day and she was not nearly as unintelligent as he assumed her to be. She would not lie about their encounter; it was so ugly upon an otherwise perfect mouth. An evil hadn’t been committed against her, this was true, but that didn’t lessen his wickedness. His lust was the evilest of all in the eyes of someone like her, so dispassionate about love, and what he didn’t commit against her would be committed against every Messoria that longed to hunt for his pack and, with the coming of the season, lie under his weight to bear his young. Every female that deserved a better life, the kind that Valyn could give to them, would listen to her when she clucked and would make an enemy out of him before seeking him out as she had done.

With no parting words, she escorted herself away from the border of Kairos, the swish of her amber tail the last of her to be seen should either of them had been concerned enough to be looking. The company of one as disgusting as him, as male as him, made a shudder of displeasure travel down the length of her spinal cord, and she wanted nothing more than to finally reside inside of Valyn’s lands, and to seek out . . . what was her name . . . Athena - the only other wolf thus far that shared and understood her immense loathing. Perhaps together they could laugh at the expense of Messoria’s misfortune upon crossing that borderline, and warn astray females that thought a similar kind of twisted fate was all that was left for them.

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Tags: @zenith , Messoria
OOC: This isn't the greatest, but I didn't want to make you two wait for a response from me any longer. Homework has got me beat. >.<