Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 17:09:29 GMT -5
Like a sentinel in the night, Datura kept watch, small body sitting in the gaping maw of the cavern. The sun was still shining, descending slowly in the east as the day wore on. Datura longed for the night, the only time she got a moment's rest since her pups were born. The hunters of Kairos were searching the island in search of prey, to feed all of the hungry mouths – though some of the huntresses were no longer able to perform their duties, since they were currently meeting other… obligations. Carrying the young of Goliath or Titan rendered the females useless to the hunting party. Datura had no choice but to remain there as her pups napped inside, worn out from a morning of being noisy and rambunctious. With a soft sigh, Datura watched the gentle ocean breeze as it caressed the treetops, leaves trembling like a frightened pup.
An unknown scent wafted into her senses, and instantly, the she-wolf became tense, wariness seizing every taut muscle. Ina’mos was a safe place for the youth of Kairos, since outsiders could not reach the island without detection, but maternal instinct screamed at Datura to remain alert. Her most important job was to keep Goliath’s offspring alive, and she did not intend to fail her mate. There were many pack mates that Datura had not formally met. Kairos was constantly growing, changing, and her duties kept the she-wolf near the birthing den. The cavern had proven the ideal place to deliver her own pups. It was also ideal for keeping an eye on the other females, many of whom were expecting their own fur balls. The scent that greeted her was not one of the pregnant wolves, though it was undeniably feminine in origin.
In the brush nearby, her discerning stare caught the flash of purest white, a glint of rosy color. The fae was diminutive in stature, like Datura herself, an immaculately clean pelt. She had never witnessed one like it before her son was born only two months before – white as a meadow after a snowstorm, no semblance of markings to mar their pelt. ”Child,” she beckoned, voice as soft as silk and flawless façade smiling with unusual kindness – sincere in her interest for the other, Datura slipped further from the den to greet the albino femme. ”Come. We have not met before. I would certainly remember a lovely girl like you.” That first day of her motherhood, she had decided her eldest boy was chosen, blessed by the gods to achieve greatness in his own right. Evidently, Samson was not the only one of his kind. ”Tell me, dear, what is your name? I am Datura.” She paused to allow the girl to respond to her inquiry, if she was not too timid to approach the older fae..
An unknown scent wafted into her senses, and instantly, the she-wolf became tense, wariness seizing every taut muscle. Ina’mos was a safe place for the youth of Kairos, since outsiders could not reach the island without detection, but maternal instinct screamed at Datura to remain alert. Her most important job was to keep Goliath’s offspring alive, and she did not intend to fail her mate. There were many pack mates that Datura had not formally met. Kairos was constantly growing, changing, and her duties kept the she-wolf near the birthing den. The cavern had proven the ideal place to deliver her own pups. It was also ideal for keeping an eye on the other females, many of whom were expecting their own fur balls. The scent that greeted her was not one of the pregnant wolves, though it was undeniably feminine in origin.
In the brush nearby, her discerning stare caught the flash of purest white, a glint of rosy color. The fae was diminutive in stature, like Datura herself, an immaculately clean pelt. She had never witnessed one like it before her son was born only two months before – white as a meadow after a snowstorm, no semblance of markings to mar their pelt. ”Child,” she beckoned, voice as soft as silk and flawless façade smiling with unusual kindness – sincere in her interest for the other, Datura slipped further from the den to greet the albino femme. ”Come. We have not met before. I would certainly remember a lovely girl like you.” That first day of her motherhood, she had decided her eldest boy was chosen, blessed by the gods to achieve greatness in his own right. Evidently, Samson was not the only one of his kind. ”Tell me, dear, what is your name? I am Datura.” She paused to allow the girl to respond to her inquiry, if she was not too timid to approach the older fae..
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tags: @kayi + @samson
ooc: I wanted to get their first meeting started – via liquid time, this thread took place when the pups were only two months old still. Zen, feel free to throw Samson in after a few replies!
tags: @kayi + @samson
ooc: I wanted to get their first meeting started – via liquid time, this thread took place when the pups were only two months old still. Zen, feel free to throw Samson in after a few replies!