- landmine [Typhon]

[Sabaoth]

On either side of him, the mountains rose up like giants, towering high above and casting shadows across the terrain. While the long stretch of land, if traversed, would eventually lead one to R’imdar, Sabaoth had no intention of crossing over from Kairos territory on this particular morning. It was prey that he sought here in the belly of the basin, the sounds of life loud and intrusive around him. Already he’d spotted more tiny birds than he could count, but it would have taken entire flocks of them to sate the hunger rolling in the brute’s belly. Today he was after something much larger, a predator that he would have to be careful when hunting. He’d seen the sharp talons of the Haast’s Eagle from afar, and it was something that he did not wish to encounter at close range.

A ring of skinny trees appeared in the distance, and it was to them that Sabaoth went, shifting his bulk until he was concealed in the shadows of their sparse canopy. Here he hunkered down to wait, pale blue eyes flashing in the darkness. It was not a short experience; he crouched there for some time, his patience seemingly endless as creature after creature passed through, luckily none of them young Kairos warriors-in-training.

A breeze rustled the leaves above, and suddenly a Moa stepped into sight. Still Sabaoth did not move, but his eyes brightened, alert. Two more Moa’s followed after the first, and for some time they grazed in peace, carefree and safe between the mountains. And then a shadow passed overhead. It was what he’d been waiting for, and the Moa’s seemed to know what it meant. They jerked up, alert, and began to move swiftly away from the open terrain, but it was too late. In a flash that was almost too quick for Sabaoth to see, the eagle dived from the sky, massive body slamming into smallest Moa, the two creatures tumbling to the ground in a pile of feathers and shrieking. Without hesitation, Sabaoth sprang.

He crossed the space between them in three gigantic bounds, paws slamming into the body of the eagle just as the Moa gave one final jerk and stilled. The eagle screeched with terror and outrage as the brute’s gigantic paws pinned one sprawling wing to the dirt, its claws and beak clacking as it struggled to tear into Sabaoth. The brute hissed with pain as one talon caught him across the shoulder, but a moment later the eagle gave one final cry as his teeth sunk into the throat of the bird. Grinning with triumph, Sabaoth stepped away, taking a moment to examine the stinging scratch near his shoulder blades. It had been a glancing blow, and while blood ran down his leg in thin streams, it was shallow enough that it was of little concern to him.

His eyes traveled back to the still bodies of the two creatures; the Moa he had no interest it, and while it was a terrible waste to leave it, he could only assume that it might serve to feed one of the trainees who stumbled across it. The eagle was the true prize, and he dragged it back to the ring of trees, where the General lay down and began to pluck the feathers from the meaty body with his teeth.

TAG: Typhon
WORDS: 560
NOTES: here you go wifey ;D <3

[Typhon]

Typhon

Having just left the oh so wonderful company of his adopted brother, Onyx, Typhon was slightly annoyed but not unsettled. The dark wolf had not been awful, by any means, but Ty was convinced he would never learn to like him. The way he spoke of Datura as if she were a common den mother grated against his nerves, and he was in no mood to have any further dealings with a wolf who did not properly respect the matriarch. She was Typhon's whole world, after all.

As the nearly-full-grown wolf stepped through the mountain pass on silent paws, he contemplated the meaning of the Agoge for the umpteenth time since he had arrived on the shore. Datura had told him not to distance himself from his siblings, or anyone in Kairos for that matter, as it was together that they would ultimately succeed. In the back of his mind, he knew very well that he should be taking the Agoge as a chance to train as well as get to know his fellow adolescent wolves, so that the current generation of Kairos youth would bond and be as great as they could, further insuring that their pack would always remain on top. But he simply could not bring himself to change his nature, and that was to be suspicious of anyone he did not already know, and keep himself at a safe distance while he decided whether or not it would benefit him to know them.

As he wandered aimlessly, Typhon felt his stomach gurgle about the same instant he heard a struggle ahead, and he paused, one paw lifted off the rocky as he perked his gigantic ears forward. A familiar scent reached his nose, then another--his Uncle Sabaoth, whom he had met just a day ago, and the sickly-sweet smell of blood. It must have come from the patch of trees ahead, barely enough to conceal the scene but still effectively hiding it from Ty's sight. He certainly did not see anything running toward the trees; only two moas darting away, which served to solidify his thought as fact in his mind.

The fur along Typhon's back prickled as a voice filtered unbidden into his thoughts, curling around his mind and clouding his focus. Use caution, my son, came the deep golden voice that haunted him, concern evident in his tone for the first time. It caused the young wolf to frown, as he had never before heard the voice show any emotion other than anger and, more often, sneering contempt for whatever seemingly foolish thing Ty was about to say or do. "Caution? What for? Sabaoth is my uncle. He won't hurt me," the wolf said quietly, confused.

Uncle or not, he has just made a fresh kill and does not know you are in the same area, the voice came again, some of its usual anger seeping into the tone that reverberated through Typhon's skull. And besides, he is here to teach you. Not to feed you. Who's to say he won't hear you approach and decide to test you? You would be better off trying to take him by surprise. Perhaps he will be amused by your attempt, as he was the first time you met.

The thought intrigued the boy, and he nodded, knowing that the voice would be able to tell his agreement without him needing to see the motion. Typhon shifted himself into stalking mode, his body crouching lower to the ground, his senses more alert. Though he was currently out in the open, there were plenty of bushes covering the edges of the ring of trees that would shield him, once he approached, and thus he began to move forward, slowly and silently, perhaps looking a little ridiculous to anyone watching from afar.

As he moved, Ty realized that he would likely not be able to sneak up on his uncle. It would likely end much as the first time he had tried, though Sabaoth was more likely to engage him in a scuffle than to simply scare him this time; the Agoge was not for the foolish, but for training, and warriors could only learn by fighting and sparring. So Typhon steeled himself, preparing his body and mind for what was likely to come.

Almost before he knew it, the wolf had approached the trees and entered them, avoiding letting his fur brush against anything lest he give away his position. Sabaoth and his prey came into view, a moa as well as an eagle, and Ty watched as the gargantuan wolf dragged the eagle a short distance from the other bird and began plucking feathers methodically, clearly a practice he had patiently taken part of before. Typhon watched for a moment, debating again what the best course of action was, before he chose to spring. It took one leap, from where he had situated himself between the trees, and Typhon sailed toward his uncle's back, teeth bared, ears back, intending mostly to be intercepted before he could make contact and mentally preparing himself to alter his course mid-air.

Words || 873
Tags || Sabaoth
Notes || Stupid Typhon. His uncle's gonna smack the shit outta him.

[Sabaoth]

Pluck, pluck, pluck.

One after the other, golden feathers fell to the earth. A deep sigh settled in Sabaoth’s chest as he continued to methodically pluck the eagle, his paws holding the great feathered beast to the earth. ”How many gods-damned feathers do you need?” He snarled to himself, spitting out a mouthful of downy fluff as his pale eyes hardened into an irritated glare. Still he continued, content with the knowledge that when he’d finished, he’d be left with a wonderful meal. It was not often that the brute was granted the opportunity to feast on something as rich and rare as eagle flesh. They were difficult to take down unless one caught them unaware as he had, and finally, blessedly, the feathers began to thin until only pale skin remained. Teeth gleaming, the male opened his mouth to take his first bite…and promptly dropped the kill, springing to his paws as he heard the sound of a body hurdling towards him a split second before he spotted it. A massive blur of chestnut fur assaulted him, the scent reaching his nostrils as he twisted away from the body, the scrape of claws grazing his hindquarters briefly.

A grin split his muzzle wide as he backed away in two bounds, a laugh bubbling up from within him as he met Typhon’s gaze. ”It’s nice to see that you’re no longer a bumbling whelp,” he called, pale eyes gleaming with mischief as his blood roared through his veins. His muscles coiled, taut and ready for what was to come. ”But you’ll have to try a little harder than that, boy.” It was no secret that Sabaoth was fond of his nephew, for all that he brooded and grumped. Typhon had long ago won his favor during many long nights spent teaching the young male to hunt, but now everything would be put to the test. Despite many long days spent attending to those on Vor’asa for the agoge, it would be his first opportunity to spare with one of his young kin.

”Ready or not,” he purred tauntingly, ”here I come.” The moment the words had left his muzzle, he sprang. His body was a whirlwind of movement as he lunged for Typhon, jaws snapping at any piece of him within reach. Sabaoth would not maim nor gravely injure Typhon, but his assault was far from gentle. He was no longer a gangly pup, Sabaoth reminded himself. He would be a warrior soon.

Over and over he struck, lunging one way, feinting another, using his weight as much to his advantage as he could – but Typhon was already perilously close to rivaling that weight. He would certainly be heavier than his uncle. The effort of his movements burned through his muscles, spurring him onwards, a reminder that nothing was easy, specifically not speed when it came to one of his size. He was moving with each of his lunges, attempting to slowly push Typhon back towards the wall of the looming mountain behind him where his movements would be limited and far easier to predict.

TAG: Typhon

WORDS: 515

NOTES: feel free to ghost him as needed <3

[Typhon]

Typhon

Sailing through the air in his uncle's direction, Typhon knew it would not end with him tackling the only-slightly-larger wolf; it was obvious even before Sabaoth flipped around in a rage, Typhon's claws just barely reaching his flank and causing no damage. The younger wolf skidded to a stop when his uncle laughed, and Ty felt his own epic grin spread across his face. The taunt from the older male did not bother him in the least, but gave him more fire in his veins as determination took over. He had learned much from his uncle, and would prove his worth on this day.

"Don't speak so soon, uncle," his voice rang out cheerily, tail swishing back and forth in a gesture that looked more agitated than it did overjoyed. "We've only just begun!" Barely before the words had left his mouth, the two wolves had both lunged forward again, though Ty pulled himself back as he realized his uncle was pushing as well. For such a large wolf, Sabaoth was very swift; Typhon quickly discovered that he was not, in fact, prepared for a real spar with a war-hardened fighter, and he tried hard to keep the worry from his face. Instead he kept his ears pinned back, teeth flying this way and that as he attempted to counter Saba's attacks with his own, snapping as the other wolf darted away.

The flurry of motion began to dizzy the lighter male, but he carried on, rarely making contact with anything but fur and certainly not drawing blood. Sabaoth was slowly but surely inching Ty backwards, and the young wolf was unaware of how close he was to the mountainside until a backwards leap caused him to collide with the rocky edge, and his bright green eyes widened in a momentary panic. After a split-second's thought, Typhon jumped backwards after a forward lunge, made contact with his back legs on the vertical wall of the mountain, and launched himself up and over his uncle, attempting to smack him with a giant paw as he sailed overhead and landed with a thud.

Spinning, he grinned again as he faced his uncle again, having not only glided over him but also placed extra distance between them. Panting, he paused for a moment, to catch his breath as well as speak. "Gosh uncle, you almost had me," he teased, sticking out his tongue foolishly in a taunting gesture. A stinging sensation cut through the adrenaline rush as he stood mostly still, and a frown crossed his muzzle as he glanced stupidly at his left shoulder to watch the blood welling up from a tooth graze his uncle had given him.

Words || 463
Tags || Sabaoth
Notes || FIGHT POSTS ARE HARD WIFEY I'M SO SORRY also Ty is dumb

[Sabaoth]

It had been some time since Sabaoth had been able to spar with a brute of his own size, and his blood surged with the ferocity of it. Despite the fact that neither male wished to seriously harm the other, the clashing of giants was a fierce thing, and Sabaoth could only wonder how terrifying the sight would be should someone stumble upon them. Typhon was young, but he was not daft; he’d learned much from Sabaoth, it seemed, always managing to dodge Sabaoth’s large paws and snapping teeth. On several occasions he came dangerously close to catching Sabaoth in his own jaws, and while he seemed slightly startled by the flurry of fur and paws that was Sabaoth, Typhon never faltered or stopped in his tactical retreat. But with each step that Sabaoth pressed Typhon backwards, the wall of the mountain loomed closer until at last Sabaoth swiped out with one heavy paw, and in his attempt to leap out of the way, Typhon collided with the wall. Sabaoth grinned as surprise litt his nephew’s emerald eyes, a taunt manifesting on his lips.

Before Sabaoth could utter a word, however, Typhon was sailing overhead in a move that momentarily stunned the dark brute. The feeling of a paw thudding into the right side of his face, claws lightly grazing the skin beneath his fur, jerked Sabaoth back to reality and he whirled, a laugh bubbling from deep in his chest. ”Clever,” he admitted in response to Typhon’s playful taunting, but only a moment later an opening presented itself as a bright splash of crimson on his nephew’s pelt caught Typhon’s attention. Without hesitating Sabaoth leapt forward, paws aiming for Typhon’s side with the intention to roll the brute while he was distracted. The two tumbled to the earth, and when the momentum from their massive bodies finally faded, Sabaoth grinned as he stood over Typhon, one paw placed firmly upon the male’s shoulder. After a long moment of silence Sabaoth stepped away, not surprised to feel a trick of blood inch down his face from Typhon’s air-born maneuver.

”Impressive,” he said as his eyes raked across Typhon. ”For a moment there you had me fooled; I thought you’d sprouted wings like a little dove.” Amusement was etched into the General’s expression as he lowered his head to wipe the blood from his face, leaving a smear of it in the dark, thick fur of his legs. He gestured to both the plucked eagle and the still form of the Moa as he lifted his head. ”If you’re hungry, I’ll share this once. You earned it.”

TAG: Typhon
WORDS: 436
NOTES: wowee I suck

[Typhon]

Typhon

After glancing stupidly at his injured shoulder, Typhon realized his mistake; before he could react, his uncle was upon him, and it was all the younger wolf could do to keep the massive jaws and snarling teeth from his flesh. The two wolves rolled loudly through the grass, each attempting to gain the upper hand upon the other, until Sabaoth ultimately stood victorious, having stopped his nephew with one paw upon his injured shoulder, causing him to cringe. After a moment the pressure ceased, and Saba stepped away, grinning, clearly pleased.

As soon as the weight was lifted from him, Typhon rolled to his feet, keeping his eyes on Sabaoth and smiling back at him, secretly happy that he had managed to damage his uncle, even if it was barely a scratch. It meant that he had been training well, keeping up the skills he had learned over many nights with his uncle before he had swum to begin the Agoge. "You flatter me, Sabaoth," Typhon laughed, shaking out his pelt and sending several drops of blood flying. Though it stung no more, the slash on his shoulder was somewhat more impressive than he had assumed initially; it would heal, clearly, with no lasting damage, but it would also certainly leave a scar. "I'm not nearly as agile as a dove."

When food was offered, Typhon attempted to keep the excitement from his face to no avail. It was not as though he was starving--hunting here was easy, despite the amount of competition from the wolves who had followed he and Lilith here--but he was always excited to share a moment with his beloved uncle. With bright eyes, the adolescent nodded enthusiastically and padded quickly to the moa, assuming his uncle would rather not go through the arduous task of plucking again. He laid down, carefully avoiding putting weight on his injured shoulder. Imitating his uncle, Ty grabbed hold of a group of feathers and yanked, his technique clearly not very practiced as he snapped the shafts instead of pulling them from the flesh of the bird.

With a disgruntled growl, he gave up after one pluck and turned toward his uncle, frowning slightly and regretting his decision to pick the unprepared meal. There would be no changing his mind now, though, and so he resigned himself to his task--but not before striking up a conversation. "How have you been, uncle? I meant to ask earlier but Lilith never gave me the chance," he said with a grin, referring to a few days ago when the three had all first arrived on the shores of Vor'asa. Ty had been incredibly ecstatic to see his uncle that day, as he was today--though he had not intended to spar with him the first time.

After he spoke, Typhon shifted his weight and immediately hissed in pain, snapping his head to his right shoulder where the blood had begun to coagulate into a raised river that clung to his fur. Embarrassed, the young wolf avoided his uncle's eyes and gently ran his tongue over the injury, twitching as it both hurt and soothed him. It was the first real blood he had shed, despite rough-housing with his siblings his entire short life, and it annoyed him that he was so sensitive to the pain. A laceration clearly was different from a bruise, and Ty quickly came to the realization that he would rather be bruised along his entire body than to be ripped open by a claw or tooth. "I suddenly admire you much more for having survived a cougar," he said to his uncle, still not making eye contact as he gingerly tended to his wound.

Words || 630
Tags || Sabaoth
Notes || Oh my god what am I doing. Am I even trying.

[Sabaoth]

At long last, Sabaoth settled himself before his prey and sank his teeth into the meaty flesh of the eagle. It was warmer than he’d expected it to be, the coppery tang of blood washing across his tongue as he picked at his meal. His gaze flitted upwards to where Typhon rested not far away, amusement shining in his pale eyes as he watched his nephew attempt to pluck the feathers from the moa. He did not immediately answer Typhon’s question when the young male asked, instead temporarily abandoning his own meal to crawl forward, taking a bundle of the feathers along one side of the moa in his mouth, his teeth closing over the parts closest to the body. ”Grab here,” he said, words muffled by the mass of feathers in his mouth as he yanked them away and dropped them. ”It’s still a pain in the ass, and the feathers taste terrible, but it’s a bit quicker.” He returned to his own meal, pausing to take a bite before finally answering. ”I’ve been well enough. Vor’asa is no paradise compared to Ina’mos, but in ensures that I won’t grow lazy and indulgent.” There was much more land to scale here on Vor’asa, many growing wolves to teach and train, and prey that was far more difficult to catch than fish and stoats.

Typhon’s hiss of pain drew Sabaoth’s attention immediately, eyes not leaving the mottled male even as he leaned forward to take another bite of his prey. He did not miss the way that Typhon avoided his eyes, even when he spoke. ”There is no shame in pain,” Sabaoth said, pausing to lick blood from his muzzle as he watched Typhon. ”You should have seen me after I’d killed the cougar. I might have won, but I howled like I was dying.” He chuckled as he recalled the white-hot pain that licked at him like fire; much less amusing then than it was now. ”Keep your injuries clean, no matter how minor they may seem. Better to coddle your wounds than to wind up losing your life to infection.” Another long silence followed where Sabaoth settled for filling his belly, and when he’d finished he moved away from the carcass, settling down to clean the gore from his thick fur.

”And how has the agoge treated you?” He asked at last, curious to know how Typhon had fared. ”It will not be long now before you face your final task, and then you will return to Ina’mos a warrior.” He watched Typhon’s face closely for his nephew’s reaction. Had he said these same words to Erebos, Sabaoth knew that the black-and-brown brute would have detested the reminder. Typhon, however, had never shown any visible signs of hating his fate. He would make an admirable warrior someday, Sabaoth thought with some satisfaction. If the time ever came where nephew and uncle stood shoulder to shoulder defending their home, then Sabaoth would be content with the knowledge that he had Typhon at his side.

TAG: Typhon
WORDS: 505
NOTES: <3 

[Typhon]

Typhon

Typhon glanced at his uncle as he scooted closer, watching him closely as he clamped his teeth onto the base of the feathers and yanked, pulling them cleanly from the flesh. It was genius, and when the younger wolf tried it, he found that it was a thousand times better than grabbing the ends of the feathers. "I don't care what anyone says, Uncle. You're the most helpful wolf I ever met," he said with a grin, grabbing anther chunk of feathers and spitting them out with a disgusted look on his face. They tasted awful, but the promise of fresh meat--especially a meat he had never tasted--kept him from abandoning the tedious task.

While he plucked, Saba answered his question in just about the way he had expected; with a nod, he pawed some feather bits from his tongue, grimacing, before he answered. "It's definitely different here. But I like it," Ty responded, his happiness with Vor'asa prevalent in his tone. "It's quiet, and there are less wolves for me to deal with. Though I do miss the little ones more than I would have thought." Introspective, the wolf continued to yank feathers free of flesh as he thought about what that last statement meant. He hadn't directly interacted with the pups smaller than him, but there was something about watching them and their ridiculous antics that he got enjoyment from. Perhaps when he went back to Ina'mos, he would make an effort to spend more time in the dens when more little ones came. Datura would certainly be pleased at him taking an interest.

The pain in his shoulder faded as he continued to groom it gingerly, though the stinging ache persisted long after he was satisfied with its cleanliness. Sabaoth's words, as usual, were wise, and Typhon locked them away to remember as he turned back to his daunting task, the moa. With a growl he gave up on plucking and instead dug in to the small area that was already clean, his rumbling stomach telling him that he could finish plucking after he had eaten some of the bird. "I can't ever imagine you flinching about an injury like this one, though," he said, a little bitterly, though he knew that Saba had hardly survived his tackle with the cougar. Besides, he was older and more experienced, and toughness would come with age; it just bothered him to show weakness in front of his second-favorite family member.

Once he had eaten several bites, Typhon glanced disdainfully at the feathers again and began plucking once more, though he stopped as soon as Sabaoth voiced his own question, grateful for the excuse to ignore his donated meal. "I've done fine, far as I can tell. Haven't seen anyone but Lilith and Onyx, and we didn't even do anything useful like spar... but I've learned a lot about the island. Did you know there are walking boulders here?" he said excitedly, wagging his tail two or three times as he referred to the giant tortoises that roamed the island. "They're much easier to eat than this thing, surprisingly," he added, sticking his tongue out at the moa. With a start he dropped his ears to the side and smiled sheepishly, shrugging. "Not that I don't appreciate it..." Ty added, hoping to not offend his dear uncle.

"I'm terribly excited to scale the cliffs and find an egg, though," Typhon added, nodding his head eagerly. "I'll bring back two, if I can manage it. I want to take my egg to Goliath, but..." he paused, frowning slightly as he thought of the imposing and terrifying brute who was his father. "I'm not sure he'll want me to. He seems rather busy with, uh... I don't know what. Lots of things." Another shrug shifted his shoulders--this one still hurting his laceration but not as much as the first one--and he shook his head, smiling sadly. "But I suppose he plans on making time for that. It's an important time for us and Kairos."

Words || 720
Tags || Sabaoth
Notes || Evie my love here you go. < 33

[Sabaoth]

Sabaoth listened attentively to Typhon while he groomed, finding that he truly wished to hear his nephew’s response, his head bobbing in agreement when it finally came. Vor’asa was indeed less lively than Ina’mos, and free from the squalling pups that Typhon claimed to miss. Sabaoth himself had not given much thought to the pups that seemed to constantly inhabit Ina’mos, although perhaps he should have. There was a possibility that the General himself would be a father soon enough, a thought that made him shift restlessly before settling back against the hard packed earth.

”Did you know there are walking boulders here?"

Coaxed out of his thoughts by the odd question, Sabaoth’s ears perked atop his skull as he glanced towards Typhon. ”Walking boulders?” He questioned skeptically, before belatedly recalling his first few days upon Vor’asa where he’d amused himself by flipping the massive tortoises who roamed the isle. A quiet laugh slipped from his lips as he shook his head dismissively. ”I’d wager that anything is easier to eat than birds,” he said, casting a darkly pointed look in the moa’s direction. ”Plenty of meat…but plenty of feathers, too.”

The conversation swiftly turned to the approaching task the young brutes would have to perform, and Sabaoth frowned as Typhon spoke of his father – and Sabaoth’s brother. It was still so odd to consider the massive empire that Goliath had built in the time that they’d been separated, and while Sabaoth was proud to see what his family had accomplished, it was a feat he’d never dreamed of accomplishing in his youth. ”Goliath has the weight of an empire upon his shoulders, and I do not envy him for that, but I think he would gladly receive your egg if you offered it to him,” Sabaoth said. ”No matter how busy he is, you are of his blood, and with your mother as the Matriarch, I do not think he would miss one of his first sons becoming a warrior.” Goliath had many sons, it was no secret, but those born from Datura’s womb would likely always be of great importance to him. Even Sabaoth had seen such.

”Have you given any thought to what position you’d like in due time?” Sabaoth asked. They would be given the rank of Gladiator to begin with, but Sabaoth was sure that many of them would rise through the ranks – Typhon included, if he put his mind to it. Soon Kairos’ ranks would be full of strong, capable warriors ready to defend their home at a moment’s notice. The thought alone brought a smile to Sabaoth’s muzzle; anyone who dared stand against Kairos would be a fool indeed.

TAG: Typhon
WORDS: 466
NOTES: SO SHORT omg I am so sorry

[Typhon]

Typhon laughed as Sabaoth mentioned other meals, and nodded enthusiastically. "This is the first time I've ever eaten a bird, but I agree with you. It might be the last time, too, unless you kill and pluck it first," he said jokingly, sticking his tongue out in the direction of the moa at his feet. He took a moment to continue plucking, having gotten almost a mouth-sized area clean with more efficiency than he thought was possible.

Hearing Sabaoth mention Goliath--not with pride, but something he couldn't place--made Ty shrug his shoulders, wincing again as his fresh injury tinged. It wasn't as though he didn't believe the words; his uncle had always been straight with him, never sugar-coated anything or lied, but it was hard for him to trust his father to do anything but look out for himself and the future of the pack. As son of the power couple that was Goliath and Datura, he was the future of Kairos in many ways, but there were plenty of other things for his father to worry about, and he had yet to grace the island with his presence. Perhaps he never would.

"I suppose you're right," he said after a moment of reflection, if only to shift the subject away from sad matters and on to brighter ones. It would do no good to dwell on his lacking relationship with his father, and with that in mind he sunk his teeth into the moa, closed his jaws, and with his paws braced against the body, yanked free a sizable chunk of flesh and devoured it with several heavy bites, savoring the gamey taste of the foreign meat more than he could have imagined. "Oh man, that's good," he moaned softly, closing his eyes as he licked his lips clean of the blood that had spilled onto them.

Typhon took another bite just as his companion asked him another question, and he contemplated it as he chewed more slowly this time, letting his tongue touch every part of the meat in case he missed a single piece of flavor. The various ranks of Kairos had been, at one point, explained to him, but he was having trouble remembering specifics as he thought instead of the beautiful flavor of the meat. "Honestly, uncle?" he started, shaking his head as he swallowed. "I haven't put much thought into it. I'm all about learning and exploring, not thinking of the future. I suppose it would make me an awful alpha someday, if that were an option."

Ty chuckled, shaking his head again. He had never thought about being a leader, though he knew it would only be a matter of time before his father fell. Not that he was old, or ill, but wolves did not live forever, and Goliath was not exempt. Do not dismiss leadership, young one, murmured a voice in his head, one he had not heard so softly in a long time. With the sound of the voice came a cool breath upon his injury, one that soothed him immediately. It is most certainly in your future. You just don't know what capacity yet. Unable to ignore the voice, Ty attempted to use the words to his advantage.

"Maybe I'll get to train new litters of warriors. Like you, Uncle," the young male said fondly, casting his green eyes in the direction of his family member. "I've got a lot of information to share, and not all of it about combat. I think I could do the little scamps some good."

Words || 625
Tags || Sabaoth
Notes || Ty wants to train ALL THE BABIES

[Sabaoth]

Typhon’s reluctance to believe the words that his uncle had spoken was not foreign to Sabaoth. He lay quiet and content for a long moment, watching with a faint trace of amusement as Typhon finally dug into the moa, but even still his thoughts wandered. He could remember very clearly being a young pup upon Ina’mos, watching the flickering pride in his father’s eyes as he gazed upon Sabaoth’s brothers. It had bothered him in his youth; he’d never been the type to vie for his father’s affections as some of Goliath’s own spawn did, but of course he’d longed to see those cold eyes look upon him with fierce satisfaction. That longing had faded swiftly, but Sabaoth had never forgotten it, and he did not blame Typhon for wanting the same from Goliath. In a way, Sabaoth related to the young brute.

When Typhon’s answer came regarding his position, Sabaoth listened raptly, truly interested in where he would fit in after the agoge. It was not surprising that he did not yet know; it was a large decision, and Kairos offered many ranks. ”You’d be far from poor in a position of power,” Sabaoth said immediately, his gaze scanning the horizon as he spoke. One day Goliath would inevitably pass, and one of his sons would have to carry on Kairos’ legacy. ”You have qualities that are admirable in any alpha. Don’t be so quick to discredit yourself.”

Typhon’s mention of pups made Sabaoth chuckle, his blue eyes alight with an ease that was not common for the brute. He enjoyed Typhon’s company, no matter how fierce a warrior he may have been. ”Let us not forget that you were once a ‘little scamp’ yourself. If I do remember correctly, you tried to pounce on me the first time we met, and then wound up in a twisted heap after falling all over yourself.” He was grinning wickedly at the memory of Typhon, who’d been all gangly legs and oversized paws upon their first meeting. ”With you teaching the new generation, I have no doubt that no member of Kairos will be safe from their shenanigans.”

After a moment he sobered, with talk of pups bringing his thoughts back to Roka. He glanced towards Typhon and shifted his weight; if one had known what to look for, they might have seen that the General was…uncomfortable. ”One day, perhaps soon, I’ll be a father. It’s something I never dared consider before Kairos, and even now the idea alone is so odd. I’d like to think that all of this – “ he paused to gesture to the land around them with a sweep of his muzzle. ” – the agoge, the training, the endless heaps of pups on Ina’mos, has prepared me for fatherhood.” He frowned, irritated with himself for speaking so frankly with Typhon but knowing that there was no one else he would dare confide in. He’d watched Typhon grow, he’d helped train and raise the boy, and now his nephew was a pup no longer. ”I’d very much like to be a good father. Since you enjoy the company of little scamps so much, perhaps you’d let me know how I’m doing…” His voice tapered off into a gruff mumble as he glanced away, huffing his displeasure at his own inexperience in this one matter. ”…from time to time.”

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NOTES: AAAAHHH THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE REPLIES FOR THESE TWO

[Typhon]

As he reflected briefly upon their time together, Typhon realized how close he and his uncle Sabaoth had become. They did not interact every day, as he did with Datura before the Agoge, but they were extraordinarily open with each other, and little Ty had learned a lot from him from day one. Saba had been a father figure to him, and for that he had earned unending, unconditional respect and love from his nephew.

The quick compliment, spoken without a doubt, made Typhon smile as he abandoned the moa, pushing it away from himself and using his paw and tongue respectively to clean the slight gore from his face. Though both the voice and his uncle had confirmed it, the young male still was unsure; being a leader of a whole pack would be a humongous feat, and would require him to be everywhere at once, not to mention constantly rational and fair, but also fierce. It needed a wolf to show every side of himself to some and hide them all from others, and he simply wasn't sure it was in his capacity.

However, he did not doubt that at least Sabaoth spoke with sincerity. "I suppose I wouldn't rule it out completely," he said vaguely, lifting a paw in a sort of half-shrug that would not disturb his shoulder. "But I would much rather be in control of an army of tiny Typhons, all of them pouncing on you at once." Ty grinned almost as widely as his uncle, and an exuberant laugh escaped his lips as he, too took a trip back to the first memory of their meeting, not missing his lack of forethought and foolish decisions, nor his difficult-to-control growing body. "Not to mention I would use them as my personal hunters and spies. I would know everything about Kairos, and probably go hungry," he added, still laughing as he spoke.

Typhon had turned away from a moment, and when he looked back at his uncle, something had changed. He was no longer laughing, which was not unexpected, but he also seemed to be... almost squirming, as though he were about to reveal something that made him nervous--something his nephew would never had thought he would see in the impressive brute. Words, also unexpected, spilled out of Saba's mouth then, and Ty listened quietly, as his uncle had done for him. They came quickly at first, normally, and suddenly Sabaoth's voice was tapering off, he paused, and then he was finished.

The younger male stared quietly at his uncle for a moment, a feeling like pride swelling within him and bringing another smile to his face. "My dear uncle," he said softly, knowing the gentle tone would do more to irritate him than to soothe him and using it anyway. "If I had not been told otherwise, I would have thought you my father all this time. You give only honesty and advice when you speak to those with less experience than you, and I at least have come a long way for it. I would trust no one else more with pups than you."

He paused for a moment, then shifted his gentle smile into a sharp grin. "On the other hand, you know you're going to let me influence them, and for that maybe you lose a few points toward fatherhood for foolishness," he added, thumping his tail on the ground to express his joy. His uncle having pups? This was the best news he had received in a long time. Though he had not met Saba's mate--Roka, was that her name?--the boy trusted his uncle as much as anyone, and he knew that, even with his own bad influence, Sabaoth and his mate would raise the pups as well as any pair in Kairos.

Sobering again, thought only slightly, Typhon shifted his own weight to better face his uncle, his green eyes meeting blue ones without hesitation. "All joking aside, Saba. You will be an excellent father. Congratulations."

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[Sabaoth]

Typhon’s words brought an unexpected rush of gratefulness and…gladness, it seemed, simply for the presence of Sabaoth’s nephew. He bared his teeth at the foreign emotions, grumbling quietly under his breath when Typhon spoke of his influence over the pups. ”I can see it now,” Sabaoth griped, trying to keep the foolish grin from his muzzle. ”I’ll have half the pack after me, demanding to know why my sons and daughters are pouncing all over everyone and generally being nuisances. And no one will believe them when I say it’s your fault, charming bastard.” He did grin then, shaking his head ruefully in Typhon’s direction. ”You remind me of Isaiah. Not as much of a pompous ass as he is, and considerably more tolerable, but you have that way about you that makes it difficult for anyone to be angry with you.” He punctuated this with a roll of his pale eyes, careful not to inflate Typhon’s ego too much – if possible.

”All joking aside, Saba. You will be an excellent father. Congratulations."

His guts churned and cramped painfully at the words, a feeling similar to the one he’d felt when the she-cat had first leapt towards him with a vicious snarl so long ago. It was a twinge that suggested something life-changing was near, something that evoked a feeling within him that the words ‘nervous’ and ‘terrified’ did not come close to summing up. It was like standing on the edge of a mountain with his toes dangling over the side, blindly throwing caution to the wind and jumping, with the knowledge that there might be something soft at the bottom – or, more likely, a pile of jagged rocks that would lead to an agonizing death. Fatherhood, he supposed, was the same: he would either end up victorious, raising strong pups who would make him prouder with each passing day…or he would fail. With Roka as their mother he knew that they had a greater chance of elevating their pups to greatness, and yet still, the worries gnawed at him and hounded his every thought. It was, if he was being honest, annoying. If one had told Sabaoth that he’d spend his days worrying over pups and mates in the past, he would have laughed and flayed the skin from their muzzle with his teeth.

They were heavy thoughts. ”Thank you. I hope that you speak truly,” he muttered after a long moment, before the seriousness faded from his expression and he leered at Typhon as a creature might ogle its prey. ”And what about you? That pretty face of yours doesn’t have females falling at your paws yet, waiting for your favor? I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a line of them waiting on the shores of Ina’mos for you.” Sabaoth knew that Typhon was too young to officially take a mate, of course, but it would not be much longer until he would be able to. And, more importantly, it had not stopped the other males of Typhon’s generation from flirting with anything that smelled remotely feminine.

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NOTES: BOOP

[Typhon]

The easy air that seemed to encapsulate the two wolves kept the happiness and light-heartedness of their conversation alight, and Typhon relished the fact that the two of them were able to spend this time together. Sure, he would have had just as much fun continuing to spar, but the joy he felt in spending quality time with his uncle was really what he longed for in his down time, and what he had been missing the past few days since coming to the island. If only his relationship with all of Kairos could be so lovely. It could be, and should be, murmured the voice in his head, All it takes is a bit of effort, Typhon.

"You're right. Not a single wolf would ever believe that I, calm, quiet, unimposing Typhon, could possibly train a force of trouble-making, devious pups. They'd blame it entirely upon your attitude, no doubt," Ty smirked at Sabaoth, his grin matching his uncle's with ease. Mention of his other uncle caused the young male to cock his head to the side, as he had not had the pleasure of meeting Isaiah. "I imagine my better-looking uncle and I would get along famously, if I knew where to find him," he joked, shifting his weight so that he lay half upon his side, with his front still propped upon his elbows and his hind end flopped casually behind.

The air hung heavily for a moment as Sabaoth processed the words his nephew had spoken in relation to his new title of father, and Ty lowered his ears slightly, the smile sliding off his face for a few moments. He had grown so used to joking and playing with his uncle that he forgot how closed-off he could seem, and for a time the young wolf feared that Saba would shut him out and be done with the conversation. Words came again, though, and while they were not as light-hearted as his previous ones, they were enough to calm Typhon's wave of uncertainty. Sabaoth was his closest family member aside from Datura, and it was becoming more obvious with every interaction that Sabaoth felt the same about him, a feeling that warmed him.

Suddenly the words his uncle spoke became joking again, and Typhon coughed slightly in response to the question, a slightly embarrassed noise that come mostly without his meaning to. "I, ah..." he began softly, before shaking his head and smiling in a goofy type of way. "I must confess that I have not noticed any attention of the sort. If there is a female looking my direction, I'm afraid she will have to be more obvious." Truthfully, the male had never thought much of the other wolves of Kairos, for his adolescent mind could not be concerned with the trappings of adulthood and reproduction until the hormones forced him to realize it. Additionally, much of his time was spent with family, which put quite the hitch in such thoughts.

"I suppose I'll come back from the Agoge a changed wolf, though," he added thoughtfully, flicking his tail behind him. "Though I'll likely be too concerned with my foolish antics to notice any advances. You'll have to keep an ear out for me." Typhon laughed loudly at the thought of looking to his serious uncle for romantic help; even if he was the type, there was little chance of the scarred beast helping him find a mate when the time came. Perhaps he wouldn't need help.

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[Sabaoth]

Typhon’s first comment caused the brutal smile upon Sabaoth’s lips to stretch, but it was his next remark concerning Isaiah that had Sabaoth shaking his head, struggling to resist rolling his eyes. It would have been a childish motion, but well deserved; he cared for his brother, he supposed, but the two were simply so different. ”He certainly has been scarce as of late,” he acknowledged, shrugging his shoulder even as he glanced towards the vast expanse of Vor’asa. ”He’s around here somewhere, I’m sure. Either that or still chasing the tail of that strange female he found.” Sabaoth knew very little of the she-wolf Isaiah had suddenly found himself infatuated with, a thought that made the brute snort – and one that tied in closely with Typhon’s next remark.

”Females aren’t exactly my strong suite, if you haven’t noticed,” he rumbled, narrowing his eyes at Typhon’s matchmaking suggestion – although he was more amused by the concept than anything. ”I can picture it now: I approach some doe-eyed twit to suggest that she go talk to the charming prince – that’s you – and…she takes one look at my scars and tucks tail.” The grin that followed suggested that Sabaoth wasn’t particularly bothered by this scenario; it wouldn’t have been the first time that someone had been horrified him, even if this mysterious twit was theoretical.

Once more his thoughts flashed back to Odara, and his gaze slid towards Typhon, wondering just how much he could confide in his nephew. ”I met a she-wolf here several nights ago, coincidentally,” he began, his voice giving nothing away as he waited. ”And instead of running screaming like your hypothetical mate, she seemed a bit…interested.” Paying no mind to the awkward phrasing of his words, Sabaoth shrugged. ”I know that harems are not uncommon in Kairos, but I do wonder how Roka will react when she learns of Odara. She may be small, but gods, I think she might kill me.” A quiet chuckle followed; he did not think that Typhon had met Roka yet, but when he did, his nephew would understand.

Talk of harems stirred Sabaoth’s thoughts in a separate direction, ears flicking atop his skull as he recalled that Goliath had two mates of his own. ”What do you think of the whole harem business?” He asked frankly, his tail stirring the grass around his haunches as he adjusted his weight. He’d never thought to wonder what it was like on the pups who watched their father divide his attention between separate femmes, and now with the possibility that Roka might be pregnant, it was something that the brute had to consider.

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NOTES: BOOP