Bad Company [Isaiah]

[Isaiah]

As he expected, Sabaoth shot him a menacing glare as he prodded yet again, but his response was back to his cool, stiff self. “No surprise there. I don’t see how anyone stands you.” Isaiah chuckled, partly because of his grumpy tone, but also enjoying the insulting banter that only siblings could ever manage. If anyone else had spoken to him in such a way, he would have walked away long before. The kind of relationship the two held was unique, but Isaiah relished in it. His brother was intelligent, despite his brutish ways and raging vengeance. And from a character who looked as if he might never utter a quick-witted word in his life, it was a blessing that Sabaoth had inherited the same sharp tongue that both he and Goliath held as their own qualities.

The caramel brute blinked shook his head when Sabaoth mentioned Kairos. “How am I to know?” he said, the question with a noted tone of admiration. Though he knew his brothers could be controlling and possessive, they were two qualities that Isaiah was happy to lack. In part, he wondered if Zuri was responsible for his gentler, free nature. He only deduced that she was only partially responsible. From the time they were born, Isaiah had been different from his brothers. Calmer. More compassionate and emotionally even. “I only told her where Ina’mos was, no more,” he said honestly, smiling toothily at his brother. “I suppose if she makes it to the island, I haven’t completely disgusted her.”

He watched his path as he picked his way through the dunes, passing trees with giant nests as eagles circled overhead. The birds were large enough to hunt larger game, but they were not so bold as to overtly attack two giants. He did wish Neviah was here. Tas’alea was her home, and she would have known all of the secrets of this land. For all he knew, she had a pack on the island-turned-peninsula. Suddenly curious, he turned to Sabaoth. “Where is your femme from, do you know? Is she a mainlander?”


tags: Sabaoth
notes: gifs ahoy

[Sabaoth]

Sabaoth chuckled at Isaiah’s words, visibly recovered after his previous outburst of anger. In a way, it was nice to walk alongside his brother after so many years of believing that he was dead, exploring the land that they’d soon be situated upon, training the young Kairos warriors. With Isaiah, Sabaoth didn’t have to pretend to be civil, or hide his many reactions. While he was still ignorant as to how Isaiah had survived for so many years unscathed, Sabaoth found that he was glad he had. He would never allow such weak words to slip from between his lips, but he felt it all the same.

”She comes from Russia,” Sabaoth informed his brother, cocking his head to one side as he recalled one of the first conversations he’d shared with Roka. ”She said it was very cold there, and desolate. Still, I’d like to see it one day.” It was the one thing that Sabaoth enjoyed – discovering new locations, familiarizing himself with areas previously unknown to him. ”They have…snow leopards there, apparently. Judging by her own scars, they’re as fierce as cougars.” It was his way of informing his brother that, much like Sabaoth himself, Roka was scared. He thought they were intriguing, and in a way lovely, but he knew how deeply impressed Isaiah was by perfection…and to him, scars were not perfect. He shot his brother a swift warning glance that said it all: say nothing. Sabaoth could tolerate a certain amount of insulting, but when it came to the scars upon his soon-to-be mate’s visage, Sabaoth had little to no tolerance.

”And what about yours?” He asked after a moment, inevitably curious still concerning the nature and origins of Isaiah’s femme. ”Does she hail from here, or did she come from somewhere else as well?”

TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: ;D

[Isaiah]

Though he had never heard of any wolf from Russia, and had little idea of what the land was made of, the idea of Sabaoth’s new mate being so foreign intrigued him. He made a mental note to seek her out upon their return—but who knew how long they would be here? How long would Neviah have to wait to see him again? He hoped for a moment that she might return to Tas’alea to see him, when and if she chose to come to Ina’mos and learned of his departure. But before it ever materialized, he had a sense that his hope would be quickly dashed. The beautiful femme had been running away from something, that much had been clear. Though he knew little about her, he had a sense that she wouldn’t return to this place. Unless she was intrigued by him as he was by her. An invisible current dripped over his spine. Neviah fascinated him.

“She’s scarred too,” he noted aloud, gathering the needed information from his brother’s words and stating the obvious. “You two must be a sight for sore eyes.” He nudged his shoulder into Sabaoth’s hard, jesting and poking the bear that had so recently gone back to sleep. He held his laughter, though, knowing well enough than to send his brother into another fit of rage. The sunkissed brute only meant to hear his sibling growl and grump about. “Do you think your pups will come out with scars too?” He stick out his tongue and bit it as he smiled with an open maw. No male, even his brother, could resist any joke that was sexual. The drive was something inherent and feral, and if Isaiah’s own body was any parallel to his brothers, his female wouldn’t find herself... disappointed.

Isaiah motioned around him as Sabaoth asked the question he knew was coming. “Neviah is from Tas’alea,” he said with a note of awe, but his tone fell somber. “Like our father.”

Belial was certainly not a picture-perfect father or citizen, but he had looked on them like they were divine. In his own way, he knew they had their fathers pride and even love—and any son missed their father. He had only assumed he had perished, but maybe if they were both alive... his mind flashed with an almost boyish hope, though he kept it hidden. It was unlikely that if he were around, none of his three siblings had mentioned their father—but he phrased his question as a statement despite his doubt. “Surely one of you would have told me if Belial were alive.”

tags: Sabaoth
notes: xD

[Sabaoth]

Sabaoth growled, clacking his teeth together loudly as Isaiah nudged him, his words jesting - as always. "It will be a sight for sore eyes when I'm ripping your entrails from your stomach," he snapped, "and I'm certain she'd love to join me." It was an idle threat, of course, but one that Sabaoth still immensely enjoyed delivering. The thought of pups gave him brief pause, his eyes narrowing as he glanced sideways towards Isaiah. ”If they did, they’d still be lovelier than you,” he griped, amusing himself by taking digs at Isaiah’s personal appearance – which even Sabaoth had to admit was very nearly flawless, as much as the thought made him inwardly sneer. He placed very little weight on appearance.

To learn that Isaiah’s female was from Tas’alea was no surprise to Sabaoth, but as Isaiah breeched the subject of Belial, the dark brute frowned. He’d heard nothing of his father despite finding all of his siblings alive and well, and after a moment, he shook his head. ”No,” he said, ”I’ve heard nothing of Belial. I would have told you if I had.” He supposed it would have been too good to be true, anyways, to find that his father had lived as well. All of his siblings alive and in good health was a blessing; to ask for more would have been foolish, even if Sabaoth did not worship the gods as reverently as some others did. As his gaze flicked towards his brother his frown deepened, his orbs pausing on the site of Isaiah’s vivid jade eyes. ”Nor Ahri,” he finally mumbled, turning away. Isaiah was the only one out of the four of them to have inherited Ahri’s eyes; it was a cruel reminder of their mother’s fate each time that he gazed into his brother’s eyes.


TAG: Isaiah
NOTES: <3

[Isaiah]

As Sabaoth snapped and growled at him, grumping about in his usual fashion, Isaiah couldn’t help but smirk at his response and flash him a handsome grin. “Lovelier than me?” he paused, giving his brother a dashing grin. “Doubtful, my dear brother, especially with you as their sire.” The brute wasn’t exactly unattractive, but he lacked the refined features that made one truly beautiful. He was handsome in a rugged, unfinished way—and that was if you looked under the gnarling scars that littered his silvery black coat. Isaiah chuckled and shook his head.

But the thoughts of Belial brought him back to seriousness, and as Sabaoth mumbled about Ahri and looked him in the eyes, he felt faintly guilty. He knew that he was the only one to inherit their mother’s irises, and he had mirrored them to perfection. To look into the eyes of Isaiah was to look into the eyes of their mother, and it often made him nostalgically sad that he couldn’t look at himself from the outside, only catching his reflection in pools of water or shimmering ice. Despite his growing up with Zuri, he missed his mother dearly, as any son would miss the fae that gave them life. Their time together had been far too short.

The two behemoths walked in silence for a time that seemed like hours, crossing the dunes until they reached a peak to see the border to R’imdar. The view of the mountains and the basin below it was breathtaking, mist snaking over the water as the sun began to creep lower to the west and the world cooled down. Wordlessly, and tired from their day, Isaiah doubled back and pointed with his nose at an oasis they had passed minutes before. They could drink and rest up before they set off again to finish their scouting. “We should have time to get back to Ina’mos before the young ones arrive,” he said to his brother with a wink. “I just might get to meet your fair lady after all.” With a boyish shove, he headed towards the oasis, knowing his brother would follow. Their dynamic was tense and effortless, and in truth, he was happy to get the chance to be around his family and reacquaint himself with their quirks. Their facades may have been cracked and chipped or even scarred, but they were still blood, and they would always flow together like the veins in a larger body. Isaiah was grateful for that.

But underneath his happiness in spending time with his brother and hearing of his mate awaiting his return to the island, he held only one fragile hope—that upon returning to Ina’mos, Neviah might be there waiting too.

tags: Sabaoth
notes: I think this is a good end, so if you're good wrapping it up here, I am too! <3