Bad Company [Isaiah]

[Sabaoth]

On the horizon, the dawn was breaking. The sun was rising slowly but steadily, rays peeking out from above the mountains that loomed in the distance, gracing the earth and painting the sky with glorious shades of deep blue, gold, and, more subtly, pink. On the crest of a dune loomed the dark bulk that was Sabaoth, his pale blue eyes glistening in the light of the rising sun. While summer had finally fallen upon them, the early mornings were still cool, pleasant before eventually giving way to waves of heat. It was why Sabaoth had decided upon such an early time, although he now wondered if Isaiah would complain. He likely needs his beauty sleep, Sabaoth thought with a silent sneer. It was Isaiah who the brute searched for, gaze scanning the horizon as he waited. They’d agreed to meet here on Vor’asa, where Sabaoth had never ventured before, to hunt and familiarize themselves with the area for the approaching Agoge. Thoughts of the event occurred more and more frequently; it was a huge rite of passage in Kairos, he’d been informed, and as a warrior, he was expected to participate and harden the young minds of those attending.

Sabaoth had never envisioned that he would be expected to condition the youthful warriors of Kairos. Most of them he’d never encountered beyond passing glimpses and brief conversations. Erebos stood out starkly in his mind still, and not for the firth time Sabaoth wondered how the young son of Goliath would perform. Only time would tell how Erebos would fare, much like the others who participated in the Agoge.

A speck of movement on the distant dunes drew his attention. Sabaoth stood straight and stiff as the shape sauntered towards him, unmistakably his brother. He took a moment to observe the way the sun’s rays illuminated the caramel-hued pelt before turning away, disinterested in what Isaiah might consider to be divine beauty. ”I could have swam to Ina’mos and back in the time that it took you,” he rumbled as the sounds of heavy footfall approached.


TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: Crappy starting post but HEY. Sabaoth is such a grump x3 

[Isaiah]

As Isaiah walked across the sandy chaparral, he was struck by the warmth of the morning, but he was more excited that he was here on Tas’alea. This was the place his father was born, and where Neviah had been born. His only regret for being here was not being able to meet her on Ina’mos as he’d promised, but he could only hope she would ask about him, and one of his packmates would tell her where he’d gone, and that he’d be back.

But Isaiah pushed the fae from his mind as he strode towards a figure in the distance he knew as his kin, for today was not dedicated to her, but to his nieces and nephews who would soon leave for the first agoge. It would be a training ground for the future warriors of Kairos, and all male pups were expected to participate. Goliath had asked them to scout the area in his stead.

The errant general who controlled this land, Titan, was nowhere to be seen, and it had been some time before any Kairos wolf had been to Vor’asa. The scent markers had gone stale, the only reminders markedly from Datura, Goliath’s mate and the matriarch, and one other female scent he couldn’t place. This beautiful place had been all but deserted.

The caramel brute walked relatively slowly, taking in all of the scenery as his brother called out to him. He laughed, basking in the morning glow. “Aw, come on. I haven’t even done my morning stretches yet,” he said to Sabaoth, his eyes full of flitting humor and challenge. As he reached the dark wolf, he did so, stretching his paws in front of him and holding them as they shook, an obviously fake yawn spreading across his mouth, and he comically flopped onto his side. “Five more minutes, please, brother?”

Without waiting for what he knew would be a hilariously infuriated response from his brother, Isaiah rolled to his feet and sat up straight, shaking the sand from his fur as the sun beat down on them. It would be nice, to catch up with Sabaoth here, in the place their father was born. It was almost like a long weekend vacation, or a road trip. Except my company is grumpy and... Sabaoth. The honey-hued brute smiled at his brother, beautiful and genuine. Despite all of his quirks, they were still brothers—and though he would never admit it, he was kind of excited to spend some time with him.

tags: Sabaoth
notes: not even including word count, lol. LET'S BANG EM OUT, GIRL. I'M READY.

[Sabaoth]

Isaiah’s hearty laugh rang across the dunes, his retort following not long after. For a moment Sabaoth nearly snapped a response, jaws parting at Isaiah’s plea for more time, but he faltered as his brother smiled. Jesting, Sabaoth reminded himself silently, teeth clacking together as he closed his mouth. Isaiah was certainly no stranger to his true nature – he knew as well as any of his other siblings how distant Sabaoth was, his responses clipped and tone gruff. But here was the first time that Sabaoth had been alone with Isaiah in years, and with the agoge lingering on the horizon, it would be a rare moment of piece before the storm that was Kairos.

”This place is…empty,” came his response as he gazed out across the land. Over one of the distant dunes rose the strange, bulky shapes that Sabaoth knew were moas, great feathered birds that ran on two legs. Four of them slowly picked their way over the dunes, occasionally stopping to lower their elongated necks, craning their head to pick at something on the ground. They were blissfully unaware of the two behemoths who lingered a short travel from them, and after observing them for a while, Sabaoth turned his gaze back to Isaiah with a suggestive light glinting in his pale orbs. They were large birds, normally enough to be safe from lone wolves…but Isaiah and Sabaoth were larger than a mere normal wolf, their size and weight alone enough to pose a threat to the moas.

”Such strange creatures,” he murmured to Isaiah in a tone that was as close as he might get to conversational. It was difficult for him to muster the will power alone to speak unless necessary…but he was trying. ”I wonder what the pups will come up with when faced with stealing their eggs.” As of yet, the little details of the agoge had been revealed to no one but those who would be attending to oversee the activities; the young ones were blissfully unaware of what lay before them. How nice it must be, he thought as once more his gaze shifted to the odd birds on the horizon.


TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: boop <3 LET'S DO THIS 

[Isaiah]

As his brother spoke, Isaiah nodded his head to him, almost somber. “No one has seen the general, to my knowledge,” he said, following Sabaoth’s gaze. “Not in a while.” He thought it almost rude of the errant brute, whom he’d never met. He only knew them in looking at Zohartze’s pups, the only ones who were known to be Titan’s. Goliath said he looked much like the twin brutes—but that was Isaiah’s only knowledge of him. His scent might have been here, but it was stale.

But he only truly realized what Sabaoth had been talking about when he looked over the sand and the brute mentioned the birds. Save the disobedient shrubs, the land was fairly barren of life, besides the lopsided creatures that dotted the landscape in the distance. They were certainly strange, their wings obviously incapable of flight, but with long legs made for running.

Isaiah had never taken down a Moa before, though he had heard of them. All he knew was that they only lived here, on Tas’alea, and had not made it to the mainland of the continent yet. They were supposedly dangerous, or so Goliath had said—aggressive and powerful, they were the size of an average wolf. He looked over at his brother, green eyes shining, and shot him a smile. “I suppose it’s our job to find out.”

He was never one to love ending life, but the brute did love the chase of the hunt. As he turned to stalk towards a bird that had strayed from the others, he felt the warm sand shifting under his paws, and he wondered if it would slow them down to run in. To make the most of the sifted earth, he moved to walk the slopes at an angle, the sand falling away with every step. He gestured at Sabaoth to do the same, and without needing words, they set off at a stalk towards the lone Moa.

They had never hunted before, brother alongside brother, and they hadn’t even playfought in years. Isaiah could only hope that they would understand one another and move in sync, as they were once destined to when they were young.

tags: Sabaoth
notes: short and sweet = easy peasy

[Sabaoth]

The disappearance of the General was certainly a troubling one, and Sabaoth briefly reflected upon it as his gaze darted across the expanse of the land. Vor’asa was barren, and as it stood, easy pickings. Should one wish to invade, it would be a breeze with no one guarding the borders, the scent of Kairos stale in flared nostrils. Sabaoth himself had never met Titan, but he’d heard enough whispers upon Ina’mos to know that the General had been generous with his seed – although not as much as Goliath had – before promptly disappearing. Sabaoth himself had no mothers nor pups spawned by him to fret over, although he doubted he would be able to say the same with the next season. Despite the fact that Roka still had not come to Kairos, he refused to believe that she would flee. He did not wish to hunt her, for there was a high chance that he would kill her when he found her; instead he would continue to be patient until she was upon Ina’mos at last, and when it came time for her womb to fill with life, it would be his young that she would carry.

Isaiah’s voice tore Sabaoth from his thoughts. He glanced up just as his brother began to stalk towards the lone Moa who’d strayed a bit too far from the others, and after a brief moment, Sabaoth followed suit. For ones so large, the sand made it laughably easy for them to approach stealthily, blanketing the sound of their heavy footsteps. The creature was blissfully unaware, tiny wings tucked close to its body as Sabaoth branched away from Isaiah, using the side of the dune opposite from his brother. It was when the leggy creature halted to pick at a scuttling bug in the sand that Sabaoth sprang, massive paws digging into the earth and propelling him forward with a spray of sand. The Moa gave an undignified squawk, reeling away as Sabaoth’s teeth snapped closed inches from its beak. Ignorant to Sabaoth’s true plan, the creature turned to flee, only for its odd feet to lead it straight for where Isaiah lingered beyond the crest of the dune.


TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: EHEH super quick reply~ Cramming them in before work. 

[Isaiah]

Sabaoth followed suit as he stalked the bird, the two of them naturally branching off into an ambush formation. Isaiah smiled, despite himself. He was glad that his brother knew what he was doing, not that he’d doubted it for a moment. He had those atrocious scars for some reason—and Isaiah hadn’t had a chance to ask him about it yet. He made a mental note to do so, before sneaking behind a low point in the dune where the Moa was likely to run.

His brother moved ahead, and then surged forward in a mighty leap towards the animal. He missed, but narrowly—and the creature ran straight towards where Isaiah was hiding. The breeze was in their favor, pushing the air off the water and south, moving his scent in the opposite direction—though it occurred to him that he had no idea whether or not this bird relied on scent in any way. He almost laughed again as the bird surged towards him.

It was faster than he expected, and by the time Isaiah sprang into the air at the bird’s throat, the opportunity had passed. Instead, he collided with the creature’s massive body, his own size and weight toppling it off of it’s stilted legs. He landed atop its bulky mass, and as its legs flailed in an attempt to kick him, he managed to scramble to the highest point on its body and sink his teeth into its wing. It let out another undignified squawk, and Isaiah cringed to see it in pain, but held his grip.

It didn’t take the Moa long to recover, and as it skittered in the sand to find its footing, Isaiah was flung to the side, taking a chunk of flesh with him. It was all feather and sinew, and he spat it to the side, disgusted by the greasy texture of the wing in his mouth.

And, like a flash, he shot back up and dashed towards the beast once more, using grassy patches in the sand as anchors as he tore up the distance between he and the wounded animal.

tags: Sabaoth
notes: OOOOPS

[Sabaoth]

Just as Sabaoth had hoped, the Moa fled directly into the waiting jaws of Isaiah, their tangled bodies slamming into the earth, the spray of sand giving the brute pause. The struggle was swift and brief, the Moa rising from beneath Isaiah’s weight so quickly that it was startling, fleeing in the general direction away from the monstrous wolves. Sabaoth was quick to leap after him, the metallic tang of blood stinging his nostrils as the bird gave a pathetic screech of terror, perhaps trying to call to the others for aid. They were long gone though, having fled at the first sight of the behemoths. Their loyalties hadn’t been very deeply invested in the straggler, it seemed.

Crimson droplets sprayed across the sand in the wake of the bird as Sabaoth lunged after it, muscles burning from the effort of propelling his hefty body through forward. A loud snarl ripped from his lips as he pounced, large paws coming in contact with the bird’s injured side, who narrowly avoided falling. The Moa reeled just as Sabaoth regained his footing, coming to a halt directly in front of the bird, who turned…only to be met by the sight of Isaiah. The creature stopped, its sides heaving as it opened its mouth in some odd imitation of a hiss. The time had passed for running, and so it seemed the foolish bird would attempt to fight.

Sabaoth’s eyes danced with triumph as he turned his gaze towards his brother, gesturing towards the quivering, injured bird with a sweep of his broad muzzle. ”You do the honors,” he said wryly – not because he did not want to kill the Moa himself, but instead because he’d enjoyed hunting with Isaiah, and offering him the kill was the only way Sabaoth could think of to show it.


TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: they can talk about teh ladies while they eat ;D

[Isaiah]

As the giant bird was cornered between the two brothers, Sabaoth gave him the duty of killing the Moa. With a brief shake of his head, Isaiah leapt towards the creature’s throat and twisted his body midair, ending her pain with a simple snap of her spine. The bird went limp in an instant, and catlike, the honey brute landed skillfully on his hind, then front paws.

The moment he released his grip on it, blood began to pour from its neck, gushing over the sand and turning it a sickly red-brown. Isaiah shot a look at his brother, grinning from ear to ear and panting softly. “So, not so tough,” he said honestly, confident that the Moas weren’t beyond being handled. Naturally, the two brothers were skilled hunters on their own, and it was nice to hunt with someone of his brawn. All in all, the kill had been relatively without challenge. It was also heartening to know that despite growing up apart, the two brothers still worked together, in sync, like they were still chasing stoats in their youth.

Immediately, while the animal was warm, Isaiah set about plucking the feathers from the Moa, remembering that they pulled from their insets easier before the prey went cold. Warm in the coastal heat, they worked in silence before enough skin was exposed to rip into the warm flesh.

The bird tasted like any other bird, but its bulk was substantial, and upon tearing into it, he laughed. There was so much meat on this single creature—they would never be able to finish it themselves and not be overburdened by their own stomachs as they moved about Tas’alea. “One of these would have fed me for days when I was young,” Isaiah acknowledged in between hearty bites. His swim had left him hungrier than he’d realized. “Why was it that I ended up on the mainland and not here?”

tags: Sabaoth
notes: it is funny how little effort i am putting in i love you i'm sorry

[Sabaoth]

Something about the sight of the Moa falling silent, its massive body finally stilling, was profoundly satisfying to Sabaoth. Triumph coursed through his veins as he prowled forward to assist Isaiah, pulling feathers from the still-warm corpse of the Moa. It was apparent that the creature had eaten well in the months before its death, for it was fleshy, the meat so tantalizing that Sabaoth tore more quickly, although no less efficiently. When they’d finished Sabaoth was content to sink his teeth into the flank of the Moa, savoring the blood that washed across his tongue as his ivory canines dug into the bird.

He was silent as he ate, and when Isaiah spoke, he did not respond immediately. For some time Sabaoth mulled over the words, until finally he lowered his massive body to the sand, the rising sun warming his pelt as he picked idly at the body of the Moa. The memory of the day he’d been cast from Kairos as Osani terrorized his family was still as fresh as they day it had happened, and now he was offered a new tidbit of information: Isaiah had washed up onto the mainland as well, maybe close to where Sabaoth himself had wound up. And yet fate had not lead them to each other. Instead Sabaoth had branched off on his own, ultimately delving into fits of insanity and earning his fierce scars.

”There are no cougars here, at least,” he growled in agreement, casting a dark glance at his own scars that was purely for Isaiah’s benefit. Truly Sabaoth had never minded the gruesome wounds – not as Isaiah would have had his beautiful face been marred. The thought had Sabaoth shaking his head, his eyes raking across Isaiah’s visage as he picked at one of the Moa’s bare bones. ”I’d like to encounter one of the bastards now; I had not yet reached my full growth then.”


TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: Lawl this was awful o.e Tried to move it into conversing though~

[Isaiah]

As he sat and ate with his brother, Sabaoth sat silent for some time before he spoke. Though he hadn’t eaten his entire fill, he didn’t want to be burdened by the meal as they continued their journey. Lowering to the sand at the same time the darker brute did, Isaiah licked his lips and forepaws, cleaning. Though he was astonished at what Sabaoth had revealed, he kept a cool expression and left his eyes lilted as he spoke. “What, did you think it would cuddle you?” he jested, batting his brother with an idle paw. “I know how much you always loved cuddling.”

The walnut-hued brute sat in the sand for a moment, relaxing and allowing the sun to soak into his fur. As he looked around, he realized that this would be his home for a while, the same place their father was born and raised. It was beautiful from atop the dunes—in one direction held the coast, while the earth turned green to the north. To the south, it seemed the entire island was caving into one central point, a giant body of water separated by mountains. From up here, Tas’alea was enormous and beautiful. He was glad to be able to spend time in the place where Belial and Neviah grew up.

As she crossed his mind again, he idly wondered if she had come to Ina’mos yet. He felt sorry that she would find him absent, but that was if she decided to come at all. Their entire meeting had been brief, a rollercoaster of attraction and irritation, but he wanted to see her again all the same.

He rolled his eyes back to Sabaoth again and rose to his feet, sufficiently clean, and shook the sand from his pelt. “So what else is new, brother? I fear I’ve missed all the latest gossip in your life these past two years.” Oh, how he enjoyed teasing his brother in this way, the borderline antisocial brute consistently perplexed by his inherent charm and ease of communication. Isaiah loved to see him squirm.

tags: Sabaoth
notes: lul

[Sabaoth]

As Isaiah’s paw briefly came into contact with Sabaoth’s side, the dark brute paused, torn between jerking away and staying still. The last wolf who’d touched him had been Roka, and before that, he could not recall. Despite how every nerve within him screamed for distance, Sabaoth held perfectly still until Isaiah’s paw flopped back to the sand, and only then did his lips peel upwards into a sarcastic sneer in response to his brother’s comments. ”Oh, yes, cuddling thrills me,” he remarked dryly, his first attempt at humor in ages, albeit as wry and dark as it was.

”My life has been dreadfully dull, so if you’re thirsting for gossip, you should look elsewhere,” he commented, rising as Isaiah did and stretching his thick legs. The sun was high above them now, illuminating the dunes and casting long shadows beneath the thin trunks of trees. He mulled over the events of the past two years, his tail swaying back and forth behind him gently as he thought. ”I spent much of my time alone, hunting and sparring, finding food where I could. Only recently did I hear rumors of Goliath, and on my travels to find him…” here he paused, wincing as he realized the implication of what Isaiah would learn. He’d never cared for gossip, and yet when they returned to Ina’mos, Isaiah would find out regardless – if Roka had found her way there. ”I encountered a she-wolf, and she agreed to follow me to Ina’mos. I found her again in the Occasus not long ago. I assume she’ll be there upon our return.” He did not bother informing of Isaiah of the consequences should Roka not turn up; that was an entirely separate conversation. ”And what of you? Surely you’ve lead a more glamorous lifestyle than I.”

TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: Teehee lady talk

[Isaiah]

Isaiah listened and walked at the same time, his brother beside him. He pointed them nonchalantly in the direction of the mountains, which he recognized as south, towards R’imdar. Periodically, he stopped to mark the territory over old beacons that had since gone stale. The honeyed male nodded in acknowledgement as Sabaoth described his story—much like his own, save for his being alone. Isaiah didn’t know if it would anger his brother to hear his own story. Zuri had become a surrogate mother to him, the stiff female a constant companion and a welcome teacher in his young life. Apparently, Sabaoth had no such luck, though he was dull enough to perhaps not desire such an individual in his life.

As soon as he thought it, his brutish brother spoke again. Isaiah’s jaw dropped and his face scrunched comically, focusing his whole face directly on his companion. Sabaoth’s face contorted like he was constipated, and as if he had brushed the unfamiliarity of the topic off of his shoulders, he announced his newest life development in such a stiff, businesslike way that Isaiah was too stunned to respond for a moment, his cheeks greeting his eyes in a kind of amazement. After only a second, he burst into laughter, full and hearty, staring at his brother the entire time.

“I encountered a she-wolf!” he comically imitated in between cackles. He almost fell over with the hilarity. It seemed that his brother was a constant source of enjoyment for him, especially when his taunts made him angry. “Good gods, Saba, do you even hear yourself?” His eyes watered with his laughing, and his stomach ached happily. For the moment, he ignored his brother’s inquiry about his own life, too caught up in the fact that a female actually liked Sabaoth. “Did you use your charm to pin her down? She must be incredible to want to put up with you.” His laughter calmed, the spasms in his voice slowing. He considered his brother for a moment, looking him over with an obviously judgmental eye. “Unless she’s blind... and deaf.”

tags: Sabaoth
notes: this is his face exactly

[Sabaoth]

Isaiah’s sudden booming laughter was nothing short of grating, his insulting remarks bringing Sabaoth to a halt so abruptly that sand exploded around them, the sound of his snarl deafening, ringing through the hills like thunder. His temper ignited within him like a spark, catching fire swiftly and burning through his chest, as familiar as an old friend. The edges of his vision were tinged a pale pink as he whirled, lashing out towards his brother’s shoulder in a flash of large ivory teeth. Even still he could not bring himself to swipe at Isaiah’s face, but this was swiftly forgotten as he lurched towards his brother, buffeting him with his chest and snapping repeatedly in his direction, not intending to maim but instead to simply release some of the rising rage within him by displaying his anger. He was certain that the blind fury must have shone in his eyes, cresting like a wave as he finally backed away, his chest vibrating from the force of his growls.

”I’d be careful if I were you,” he snapped at last, his claws digging deep into the hard-packed sand. ”I won’t have to kill you if she hears what you’re spewing; she’d rip you apart herself.” And he didn’t doubt that Roka would try, no matter the size of Isaiah. She’d never been afraid of him, and he wasn’t nearly as much of a fop as his brother. His heart still pounded heavily in his chest as he considered throwing himself at Isaiah once more, but Sabaoth narrowly restrained himself as his lip curled upwards into a scathing sneer. ”And I don’t see you bringing any femmes home; what else is that insufferably fetching face good for?”

His tail lashed back and forth violently as his narrowed gaze fell upon Isaiah’s visage, expression scathing and muscles still tense in preparation to lunge towards his brother should Isaiah say anything else…questionable.


TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: EHEHEH

[Isaiah]

As he finished speaking, Sabaoth paused, planting his paws into the earth so hard that it sent a spray of sand flying out from under him. As Isaiah turned, knowing what was coming, he reveled in how startling his brother looked as he was about to turn rageful. It was downright menacing. And the moment his eyes glossed over, Sabaoth was in motion, bearing down on Isaiah with two hundred pounds of raw anger. His brother’s teeth collided with his shoulder in an instant, but it was only a graze. The sting of blood touched his fur, but the honey brute parried and blocked the enraged creature calmly and efficiently, locking himself into the defensive combat he had mastered.

In a way, the brief fight was almost a perfect preparation for the agoge, he thought as he danced around smooth as water. Sabaoth was all offense, his anger blinding, and his muscle fit around him in such a way that he was a masterful fighter. But Isaiah matched him in mastery—but instead of attack, he was the picture of textbook evasion and defense. Soon enough, the struggle ended, and his brother pulled away from him, the film disappearing from his eyes. Despite himself, he looked down at the droplets of red life dripping like soft tears from his shoulder, and shot a good natured smile at his brother. “Well then. At least we know we’re the best ones for this job,” he said, gesturing to nothing in particular, knowing the other would understand what he meant.

With a swift lick to his foreleg, he pacified Sabaoth’s remarks, his rage forgotten like the sand that blew through the dune grass at their paws. It had been a long time, but he was still used to this. “I don’t doubt it for a moment, Saba. She would have to be strong to stand up to you. You know I mean it as a compliment,” he added, the last remark an afterthought. He spoke casually, like a brush on the shoulder.

When he spat about Isaiah’s appearance, he simply offered a smirk. “I, too, have encountered a female,” he responded, still prodding the agitated brute. He couldn’t help it. A more pensive look came over his face then, quietly smirking. “Many, actually. I’m just picky.” He practically flipped his fur as he said it. “But this one is different. She can’t stand me either.” The words came out with a chuckle. Truth be told, he didn’t know if he would ever see Neviah again. He could only hope.

tags: Sabaoth
notes: rihanna isaiah

[Sabaoth]

As easily and efficiently as Sabaoth had attacked, Isaiah had defended, and when he spoke of their skills for the upcoming agoge, he did not disagree. His rage still stirred somewhere deep within him, reluctant to settle down, but with a considerable amount of force, he restrained himself. He had no desire to seriously maim his brother, as much as the fury in his belly disagreed. He was secretly impressed that Isaiah had defended himself so deftly, although he did not allow this to show on his features. He was stricken by curiosity as to where Isaiah had learned to move so smoothly, but Isaiah’s belated compliment threw him off, and he paused to nod. Roka was strong; Isaiah would see it soon enough.

His next comment drew Sabaoth’s attention further, his ears perking atop his skull despite the pointed snap in Isaiah’s direction for his further antagonizing. As Sabaoth began to slowly pick his way across the sand once more, he slid his gaze sideways to observe his honey-hued brother, brows furrowing as Isaiah spoke of a femme he’d met. ”No surprise there. I don’t see how anyone stands you,” he grumbled, ignoring the gentle breeze which wafted the scent of Isaiah’s blood towards him. A miniscule wound, and one that certainly would not scar. ”Different,” he drawled slowly, repeating Isaiah’s description of the femme. ”Will she be coming to Kairos, or does she detest you too much?” He asked with a quirk of his lips, his gaze returning to the horizon as a flock of crows took to the skies.

He was secretly intrigued by the idea of a she-wolf who Isaiah had grown attached to; was she like Roka, headstrong and stubborn, or softer and more delicate? Only time would tell, he supposed…if she came to Ina’mos at all.

TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: omg so bad