Post by Typhon on Oct 2, 2015 23:56:42 GMT -5
"This is pointless," Typhon growled, lifting his lip from his teeth as he struggled up the rocky cliff, carefully placing his feet to test the sturdiness of the footing. He was nearly halfway to his goal--a huge, well-put-together nest made of twigs and grasses that he had spied, mostly by chance, from the ground several hundred feet below. "I told you I should just find a Moa nest. They're stupid and fearful and I could have easily swiped an egg that was safely on the ground."
Though there was no one around, Ty received a response to his question in the form of a twinge of pain from his healing shoulder, though it was a half-hearted attempt to rattle him and did not work. The voice in his head spoke loudly and firmly, but again with a kindness that it had not exhibited before he had swum to Vor'asa. My dear child, you may be large, but a Moa egg will not make the swim back to In'amos. This task is difficult regardless of which terrain you choose, and picking the sturdier, smaller egg is much to your advantage. The pain in his shoulder subsided, and Typhon's mood shifted back to normal as he recognized the wisdom in the advice.
"I suppose it does make a lot of sense," he replied with a soft sigh, after which he felt the tingling relief that he had been blessed with while talking to his uncle Sabaoth shortly after he gave him the injury. "You're being a lot nicer to me, suddenly, 'o voice in my head.' Giving me real, non-riddle advice and kindness. What gives?"
A soft chuckle echoed in his mind, which sent a chill through the young wolf as he focused again on the rocks beneath his paws. When you are firmly back on the ground with your prize, I will explain everything you need to know before you return home. Have patience. With that the presence vanished, leaving Typhon alone to continue on his rocky quest. It took him a long time, the sun slowly moving across the sky as he tested each step, not willing to take any chances while he was so high up in the air.
A fierce wind started up as he approached the nest, where the footing was rockier and more slippery than the whole climb. With think fur whipping in all directions, the large male scooted, closer and closer, tentatively placing his feet one after the other, until he stood crouched over the nest, containing exactly one perfect little egg. Ty took a single second to contemplate, then carefully picked the spherical object up in his mouth, barely registering the egg's weight on his tongue.
Time, he knew, was now of the essence, for if he was found by the eagle to have stolen its young, there would be hell to pay, and the side of a cliff was no place to battle a sharp-taloned bird. So, with less care than initially, the brute started down, able to mostly take the same way he had moved up the cliff, though it was markedly more awkward to go face-first downhill. He managed, until it came to the last fifty feet or so of his journey; suddenly his feet flew past him and he was sliding down the rocks on his (luckily) uninjured shoulder, baring his teeth and creating a soft but secure hold upon his prize, not willing to give it a chance to crack before he made it back home.
Typhon did not bother to try to regain his footing until he skidded to a stop on the sharp gravel at the base of the bluff that had slid down with him, huffing his breath out in pain as he scrunched up his face and rolled from one painful side to the other, settling on his chest and haunches after getting used to the feeling. He glanced down at his left side and cringed again, seeing rivers of blood flowing from multiple scrapes and lacerations courtesy of the cliffside. "Srriosly," Ty mumbled around the egg, growling sharply as he lifted himself up and began to walk away from the gravel, knowing he needed to find somewhere softer to tend to his newest wounds.
Drop the egg in a patch of grass and groom that before it becomes a bigger problem, the voice piped in, though Typhon was well aware from his time with Saba that he needed to clean the scrapes as quickly as possible. He moved from rock to blade and set the egg down next to a tree trunk, bracing it as best he could to ensure its safety before glancing around in search of water. There was none, at least in the vicinity, and he scowled as he realized it would be up to his tongue to clean his wounds. Sighing, the male settled in a few feet from the tree, turning his neck and grooming the blood from his fresh injuries.
Good boy, purred the voice, sending waves of tingles through Ty's shoulder to aid in his grooming by allowing him to lick the wounds without pain. Now for your reward. As you know, your father is a highly esteemed wolf. He has come far and done much, and has exceeded all expectations that had been set for him. But he did not do it alone. There was a brief silence, in which Typhon paused his grooming to frown, though he started it up again shortly after. I have helped many wolves in my time, boy. Many wolves indeed. Not all of them were as great as your father, but they all started much as you have--born into prestige, in the shadow of the great beast whose contribution to life brought you forth among those less worthy.
I never spoke to your father, not directly, but his instinct is good; he knows that I aid him always, when he is doing what I wish, and his performance thus far has far surpassed what I have expected of him. But there is much he cannot do, and for that reason, I have come to you. Of your numerous siblings, Typhon, you alone will follow the path that Goliath has started, and you will pass him along the way as you grow. There are no limits for you, my son, except those you set for yourself. You are destined for greatness.
A scoff came then, from Ty's own lips, and he scowled into the grass, shaking his head. "What are you talking about? For all I know, you're just my imagination running wild. I could never be as great as Goliath, and who says I want to?" His words were fevered and passionate, but lacked enough conviction to rattle the words from his skull. "I'm not a leader, I'm not the strongest, I'm not even the largest of my litter. What advantage do I have?"
You have me, Typhon. The words bounced around inside his head as though echoing repeatedly through a cavern, and the young male again shook his head to clear it. "That means nothing when I don't know who you are. Besides me going crazy," he growled, feeling the irritation bubble up inside of him. As quickly as it started, however, it was forced back down by a cool, calm feeling, one he knew did not come from his own bank of emotions. It was the voice, whoever it was, altering the chemistry of his brain as he often did.
Calm yourself, it spoke quietly, the energy and power coursing through Typhon as he listened, suddenly aware of how monumentally influential the words were. I will tell you who I am, under one condition. You are to speak of it to no one, at any time. You have thus far never revealed that you hear a voice at all, and anyone you tell will not believe you, but that is my condition. I will not be revealed to those unworthy of my presence.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Who are you?" Ty responded immediately, the tip of his tail twitching in agitation as he awaited his answer. There were a few seconds of silence, and suddenly the wolf's body went rigid, his eyes rolling up and back as he lay perfectly still, terror filling him one instant and peace replacing it a second later. Typhon's vision went black, then burst into color, lights flashing here and there, illuminating everything and nothing as he hovered in a place he had never been.
Flashes of scene after scene flew past him, too fast for his conscious mind to comprehend, though they somehow stuck to the inside of his mind for later reference. A great beast materialized in front of him, blinding him with light while allowing him to see every detail of the male's eyes--green, like Ty's--his fur, his claws, his teeth. The sight filled him with awe, fear, happiness, and terror, and when only seconds had passed by, the male fell to his side, back in his physical body, panting as though he had already swum back to Ina'mos, then ran for hours.
It took a long time for Typhon to recover from the episode, and he stayed prone upon his side until his breathing was calmed, unable to force himself upright. The experience left him feeling a slew of emotions clouded by a multitude of thoughts, but the clarity came in what he had been shown, not told.
It was Fenrir, speaking directly to his mind, using his Godly powers to help him. He had done it since birth, seemingly at random, and always with an air of superiority--which, all things considered, was not at all surprising. "You... you're... what..." No more words would come out, and Ty rolled himself back to his feet, unsteady. He took a moment to still his shaking form, then stared down at the egg he had placed next to the tree, having forgotten about it completely.
Do not lose focus now. There is precious little time, and you are still not quite prepared. Grab your egg and deliver it. And with that, all signs of Fenrir were gone, though Typhon knew he had not been abandoned.
His savior would never abandon him.
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Notes || Whelp that was ridiculous.
Though there was no one around, Ty received a response to his question in the form of a twinge of pain from his healing shoulder, though it was a half-hearted attempt to rattle him and did not work. The voice in his head spoke loudly and firmly, but again with a kindness that it had not exhibited before he had swum to Vor'asa. My dear child, you may be large, but a Moa egg will not make the swim back to In'amos. This task is difficult regardless of which terrain you choose, and picking the sturdier, smaller egg is much to your advantage. The pain in his shoulder subsided, and Typhon's mood shifted back to normal as he recognized the wisdom in the advice.
"I suppose it does make a lot of sense," he replied with a soft sigh, after which he felt the tingling relief that he had been blessed with while talking to his uncle Sabaoth shortly after he gave him the injury. "You're being a lot nicer to me, suddenly, 'o voice in my head.' Giving me real, non-riddle advice and kindness. What gives?"
A soft chuckle echoed in his mind, which sent a chill through the young wolf as he focused again on the rocks beneath his paws. When you are firmly back on the ground with your prize, I will explain everything you need to know before you return home. Have patience. With that the presence vanished, leaving Typhon alone to continue on his rocky quest. It took him a long time, the sun slowly moving across the sky as he tested each step, not willing to take any chances while he was so high up in the air.
A fierce wind started up as he approached the nest, where the footing was rockier and more slippery than the whole climb. With think fur whipping in all directions, the large male scooted, closer and closer, tentatively placing his feet one after the other, until he stood crouched over the nest, containing exactly one perfect little egg. Ty took a single second to contemplate, then carefully picked the spherical object up in his mouth, barely registering the egg's weight on his tongue.
Time, he knew, was now of the essence, for if he was found by the eagle to have stolen its young, there would be hell to pay, and the side of a cliff was no place to battle a sharp-taloned bird. So, with less care than initially, the brute started down, able to mostly take the same way he had moved up the cliff, though it was markedly more awkward to go face-first downhill. He managed, until it came to the last fifty feet or so of his journey; suddenly his feet flew past him and he was sliding down the rocks on his (luckily) uninjured shoulder, baring his teeth and creating a soft but secure hold upon his prize, not willing to give it a chance to crack before he made it back home.
Typhon did not bother to try to regain his footing until he skidded to a stop on the sharp gravel at the base of the bluff that had slid down with him, huffing his breath out in pain as he scrunched up his face and rolled from one painful side to the other, settling on his chest and haunches after getting used to the feeling. He glanced down at his left side and cringed again, seeing rivers of blood flowing from multiple scrapes and lacerations courtesy of the cliffside. "Srriosly," Ty mumbled around the egg, growling sharply as he lifted himself up and began to walk away from the gravel, knowing he needed to find somewhere softer to tend to his newest wounds.
Drop the egg in a patch of grass and groom that before it becomes a bigger problem, the voice piped in, though Typhon was well aware from his time with Saba that he needed to clean the scrapes as quickly as possible. He moved from rock to blade and set the egg down next to a tree trunk, bracing it as best he could to ensure its safety before glancing around in search of water. There was none, at least in the vicinity, and he scowled as he realized it would be up to his tongue to clean his wounds. Sighing, the male settled in a few feet from the tree, turning his neck and grooming the blood from his fresh injuries.
Good boy, purred the voice, sending waves of tingles through Ty's shoulder to aid in his grooming by allowing him to lick the wounds without pain. Now for your reward. As you know, your father is a highly esteemed wolf. He has come far and done much, and has exceeded all expectations that had been set for him. But he did not do it alone. There was a brief silence, in which Typhon paused his grooming to frown, though he started it up again shortly after. I have helped many wolves in my time, boy. Many wolves indeed. Not all of them were as great as your father, but they all started much as you have--born into prestige, in the shadow of the great beast whose contribution to life brought you forth among those less worthy.
I never spoke to your father, not directly, but his instinct is good; he knows that I aid him always, when he is doing what I wish, and his performance thus far has far surpassed what I have expected of him. But there is much he cannot do, and for that reason, I have come to you. Of your numerous siblings, Typhon, you alone will follow the path that Goliath has started, and you will pass him along the way as you grow. There are no limits for you, my son, except those you set for yourself. You are destined for greatness.
A scoff came then, from Ty's own lips, and he scowled into the grass, shaking his head. "What are you talking about? For all I know, you're just my imagination running wild. I could never be as great as Goliath, and who says I want to?" His words were fevered and passionate, but lacked enough conviction to rattle the words from his skull. "I'm not a leader, I'm not the strongest, I'm not even the largest of my litter. What advantage do I have?"
You have me, Typhon. The words bounced around inside his head as though echoing repeatedly through a cavern, and the young male again shook his head to clear it. "That means nothing when I don't know who you are. Besides me going crazy," he growled, feeling the irritation bubble up inside of him. As quickly as it started, however, it was forced back down by a cool, calm feeling, one he knew did not come from his own bank of emotions. It was the voice, whoever it was, altering the chemistry of his brain as he often did.
Calm yourself, it spoke quietly, the energy and power coursing through Typhon as he listened, suddenly aware of how monumentally influential the words were. I will tell you who I am, under one condition. You are to speak of it to no one, at any time. You have thus far never revealed that you hear a voice at all, and anyone you tell will not believe you, but that is my condition. I will not be revealed to those unworthy of my presence.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Who are you?" Ty responded immediately, the tip of his tail twitching in agitation as he awaited his answer. There were a few seconds of silence, and suddenly the wolf's body went rigid, his eyes rolling up and back as he lay perfectly still, terror filling him one instant and peace replacing it a second later. Typhon's vision went black, then burst into color, lights flashing here and there, illuminating everything and nothing as he hovered in a place he had never been.
Flashes of scene after scene flew past him, too fast for his conscious mind to comprehend, though they somehow stuck to the inside of his mind for later reference. A great beast materialized in front of him, blinding him with light while allowing him to see every detail of the male's eyes--green, like Ty's--his fur, his claws, his teeth. The sight filled him with awe, fear, happiness, and terror, and when only seconds had passed by, the male fell to his side, back in his physical body, panting as though he had already swum back to Ina'mos, then ran for hours.
It took a long time for Typhon to recover from the episode, and he stayed prone upon his side until his breathing was calmed, unable to force himself upright. The experience left him feeling a slew of emotions clouded by a multitude of thoughts, but the clarity came in what he had been shown, not told.
It was Fenrir, speaking directly to his mind, using his Godly powers to help him. He had done it since birth, seemingly at random, and always with an air of superiority--which, all things considered, was not at all surprising. "You... you're... what..." No more words would come out, and Ty rolled himself back to his feet, unsteady. He took a moment to still his shaking form, then stared down at the egg he had placed next to the tree, having forgotten about it completely.
Do not lose focus now. There is precious little time, and you are still not quite prepared. Grab your egg and deliver it. And with that, all signs of Fenrir were gone, though Typhon knew he had not been abandoned.
His savior would never abandon him.
Words || 1777
Tags || None
Notes || Whelp that was ridiculous.