Breaking Dawn [Typhon/Open]

[Odara]

It was still unbelievable, finding this sanctuary after escaping the prison that had been her former life. Sabaoth's face still flashed in her mind, the first wolf that she had encountered since escaping her master. It had been like a breath of fresh air, it had what she had unknowingly been waiting for the entirety of her life. She still couldn't get over his hulking form, but then again maybe all wolves were considerably larger than herself. She could not determine the answer as she had yet to meet any others, but she knew that part of her wanted to explore this island before taking off to Ina'mos, which would inevitably be her new home. Sabaoth had offered her a place as one of his personal consorts, she would not be alone as there was one other consort, but Odara was not afraid of having to fight for his attention. She knew that she would not have to fight for her slot- that she would get just enough time with Sabaoth as would his other female. At the moment though she did not care to think about the other consort, instead she wanted to stretch her legs and perhaps search for a bite to eat before making the swim across the vast ocean. Her auds flicked atop her head, or perhaps she should scope out the water, see just what she would be going up against. One thing that was certain was the difference between the terrain as she made her way across the rocks and downhill. Pebbles were every which way that she stepped but she did not mind, she quite liked the feel of the stones digging into her paws. It was different, something she had never experienced before as she had mostly lived her life underground.

She continued moving downhill until her paws felt sand squish beneath them. Immediately she leaped backward onto the safety of the rock filled grass. This new terrain was strange and felt weird beneath her toes, enough to make her not want to move at all. She was sure she probably looked like a fool for never encountering damp sand but it was a first for her. Reluctantly she moved forward as she began to walk, the ground crumbling beneath her paws. Soon she was only a few feet from the water and her silver eyes glanced across the expanse of the ocean. She would have to swim across there if she wanted to reach her new home. Planting her haunches on the ground she sat, watching the gulls above as they cawed and flew above the water. Her auds flicked backward as she let out a long slow sigh. She would have to do it one way or another and she surely would not show any fear about doing so. If she wanted a chance at a new life she had to prove she was strong enough to withstand it- to be Sabaoth's consort. Her heart leaped at the thought of her new master. She could not go without him, without the safety and protection that he would bring her. Her mind was set and there would be no going back, she wanted to be with him. It was while she was sitting that she first heard the sound of someone else approaching. She turned her body slightly so she could look into the direction of the sound. The light was bright enough that at first all she could see was the shape of the stranger- which was nearly as massive as Sabaoth. She could not see them however because of the sunlight and would have to wait until they got closer to make out just exactly who they were. Perhaps this is one of the children master told me about. She thought curiously to herself.



notes: Wanted to tag you in this sammy, get Odara to meet Typhon
tagged: Typhon + open
muse: decent
word count: 753
status: complete.

[Typhon]

After a brief chat with Olympus, Typhon was headed to the beach, ready to begin the arduous journey back to In'amos and reveal his egg to... well, he hadn't decided yet. He had hoped to present it to Goliath, but perhaps he would instead turn to Sabaoth, as his uncle had been immensely helpful to him not only during the Agoge but also beforehand when the young wolf had been even younger. His uncle had been at his side for several sticky situations, and that alone made him a good candidate for the final part of his task.

You can decide when you are safe on the shore, Typhon, supplied a voice, causing the immense wolf to nod. No sense in figuring it out before you survive the swim. He was right, of course; and, due to the fragile nature of the egg he cradled upon his tongue, Ty would likely reveal his egg to the first wolf he saw who could properly judge--there were more than the two. Putting the thought aside, he continued to place his heavy paws until they began to hit rocks, and a foreign scent reached his nostrils. Inhaling silently, the male narrowed his bright green eyes and slowed his pace, pausing out of sight of the beach to assess what it was he was sniffing.

It was a feminine scent, completely unknown to him, but through the air also wafted, for perhaps a fraction of a second, the scent of his uncle. Sabaoth, he knew, was not on the beach, and so it stood to reason that this female, whoever she was, had at least interacted with his uncle enough to carry the smell with her. Curiosity kept him planted where he was, thinking, until the male remembered Saba telling him of a new female--a consort--that he had met. Could this foreign scent be the female that his uncle's mate would cause a ruckus about?

Without further stalling, the massive wolf stepped forward once more, setting foot on the beach as his eyes settled on a unique coat and a tiny female, unsurprising considering that most Kairos males prefered a petite female. She had heard him immediately and turned, but that did not concern Typhon; even if she were a warrior, she would be no match for him on his own turf. The chocolatey brown of her fur mixed with tan to create a soft and meek individual, and as he met her silver eyes with his own he was momentarily captivated by the strangeness of them. It was only a second, however, and by that time had had come within several feet of the wolf and was, of course, towering over her small frame.

She seemed unafraid, but that could always change. Typhon took a moment to stare pointedly at her, neither threat nor friendliness apparent in him. He was, after all, still carrying an egg in his mouth, and manipulating his features would have created an unsafe environment for the precious thing. After a few seconds of silence, Typhon took a step back, turned briefly, and deposited his egg between two smooth rocks, the item nearly blending in to the terrain. His attention immediately returned to the female, and he cocked his head to the side slightly, still showing no particular emotion.

For a few seconds he wracked his brain, trying to think of the name he knew Sabaoth had told him, when the voice he heard whispered it softly to him. "Odara, I presume," he rumbled at last, his own adolescent voice holding a hardness that he had adopted when speaking to those whom he did not particularly like--not that he knew anything about this female. He simply wished to convey his strength, as opposed to revealing that he truly was a kind being. No sense in letting rumors spread. "My uncle has told me precious little about you, and he certainly had not mentioned that you remained here on Vor'asa."

A pause, then, to see how she would react to hearing the relation between he and Saba. It was unclear, due to his uncle's nature of revealing only what was necessary, whether or not she would know anything about him or his siblings, or even the rest of Kairos. It was likely only that she knew Goliath to be the Emperor, and for him to be Sabaoth's kin. Unless she were a fool, she could easily determine Typhon to be of the same blood as Goliath. "Your pelt is quite unique from those I have seen, as are your eyes. Wherever do you come from?"

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Tags || Odara
Notes || Here ya go, Chili. (: Ty is just about to swim back so this threat probably won't be crazy long but at least they're meeting!

[Odara]

Odara squinted her eyes as the stranger came closer and decidedly shifted her whole body so that she could face them properly. In her mind she knew that she had to be defensive as she was a stranger to everyone except Sabaoth, but she was hoping that his scent that clung to her hide was enough protection for now. She was his. A memory that was firmly implanted into the recesses of her brain. He had offered her safety, and protection. And if anything should happen to her she could imagine that his revenge would be ghastly. As the hulking form grew closer she immediately noticed the emerald hue of his eyes, but as she continued to stare she saw something sticking out of the corners of his mouth. As he got closer he lowered what appeared to be an egg between two rocks and then turned his gaze to her. She arched an invisible eyebrow, her face showing her blatant curiosity towards the egg he had just carried in his mouth. He didn't show any particular emotion on his face at the time, though neither did she other than mild curiosity. Her silver orbs stared into his and she did not wilt beneath his larger frame, even though he hovered high above her. She was not submissive but she was not challenging either. Sabaoth's scent clung to his pelt as it did hers and she felt as though she did not need to fear him, but she would not push her luck. Somehow this ginormous adolescent was related to Sabaoth in some way shape or form, though she did not think that he was Sabaoth's son. Perhaps it was one of Sabaoth's brothers, Goliath. She had heard that the alpha had had an impressive first litter, that litter that was currently partaking in some sort of ritual called the Agoge. She still had a lot to learn but she was vaguely aware of how some things worked in Kairos. Odara, I presume. She cocked her head slightly at the sound of his voice, but more so at the fact that he already knew of her calling- and yet she did not know his. My uncle has told me precious little about you, and he certainly had not mentioned that you remained here on Vor'asa. Odara found that she was not irritated by the realization that Sabaoth had not informed anyone of her presence on Vor'asa. She knew that he wanted to keep her to himself, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her.

Your uncle has told me very little about you as well. Her voice was solemn, but the vocals were soft and wispy- like tiny bells chiming. Your pelt is quite unique from those I have seen, as are your eyes. Wherever do you come from? She cocked her head once more, this time staring inquisitively up at him. Indeed her pelt was a rare array of hues, the sun particularly lighting up the red tones in her fur that were equally contrasted by the creams and dark browns. She was not aware however that she appeared unique to others and so this sounded quite odd to her coming from him. I do not know where exactly I have come from. She spoke honestly to the brute while continuing to maintain eye contact with him. My master kept me underground. She spoke with no remorse or little reaction to the fact that she had lived the entirety of her two years underground, with no contact with any others except for her deceased sister- whom she murdered. I take it you are partaking in the Agoge, since your precious egg over there? She asked him as she glanced over at the object that sat delicately between the two rocks. Cradle it against you when you go for the swim. Keep your neck tucked, it will help. She offered him as she sized up the egg. It was big enough to fit in his mouth, but could easily be broken or escape his jaws when he was being knocked around by the water. However if he tucked his neck closer to his body during the swim it would help protect it further, and perhaps suit him better while he was making his way back to Ina'mos. She did not know of the other adolescents partaking in this challenge, but she found that she would be rooting for this one. She could see an honest kindness shining through his bright orbs, no matter how hard he had tried to harden them. She would not speak of it, but merely had a silent understanding with the brute.



notes: Thanks so much for bringing him in, I love rping with you!
tagged: Typhon + open
muse: decent
word count: 930
status: complete.

[Typhon]

The words that came from the delicate female were soft and pleasant to hear, though she spoke in a profoundly different manner than most of the wolves he had met--as though there were no feeling or emotion to be gleaned from them. While some voices could achieve such a quality, he had never heard it so completely, and he wondered briefly if this female held any emotion inside of her. Clearly there must be something, or she would not have been drawn to Sabaoth. "Saba is not the talkative type, it is true," Ty said quietly, leaving some of the hardness from his tone as he responded to her. "I am surprised you know anything at all of me."

Odara spoke more then, revealing that she was unsure of where she was from and that she had, apparently, had a master of some sort. A cruel master, clearly, if he--or she--kept the poor dear underground and uninformed. Curiosity bubbled within the young wolf, the kind that he had not felt since he was half his own size. "Master? What in the world did you have a master for?" he asked rudely, though he had a feeling that this female would simply answer him in her matter-of-fact tone instead of taking offense. Even if she didn't wish to speak of her past, he did not much care if he brought up hard memories; this stranger meant nothing to him.

"Yes, I am participating in the Agoge," he said carefully, narrowing his eyes slightly. "And I do not need your advice in order to complete my task. I would thank you to keep your attention away from that which does not belong to you." An unknown anger replaced his curiosity almost immediately as he took a step back toward the egg that was no longer in his view, suspicion flaring up despite the fact that Odara was not only half his size but also clearly uninterested in destroying his prize. He could not tell what irritated him about the words she spoke, only that he felt the sudden urge to protect his egg.

But he did not want to let her see so blatantly that he did not trust her to leave it be, and so he remained where he was, closer to the egg than she but unable to ensure its safety with a visual. No one else was around, at least, to swipe it from beside him, but he could not shake the feeling that Odara would do something to compromise the final part of his coming of age. "Sabaoth did not mention what a strange female you are," Typhon noted after a pause, his eyes still narrowed and stance slightly tense as he stood above the brown wolf, unable to keep his anger and suspicion under complete control.

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Tags || Odara
Notes || I have no idea what's happening

[Odara]

He was much larger the closer he came to her, but not nearly as massive as Sabaoth. It was a strange recollection as she stared up at him, her eyes etching the image of him in her brain for future notice. He was the first Kairos member that she had met other than Sabaoth, and it was something that she would carry with her once she made it back to Ina'mos. He could be a potential ally back on the home front- and that was something that Odara definitely needed. She knew that Sabaoth would protect her but it would be nice to have a plan B in case anything should go wrong. BUT Odara wasn't worried about any of those such matters, she would no doubt defend herself if anything came about but this was somewhat of an insurance policy. Saba is not the talkative type, it is true. I am surprised you know anything at all of me. She glanced up at him, her gaze briefly curious at his words. More so surprised that he would assume that his uncle would not speak of him to her. He had explained to me that the adolescents would be partaking in their coming of age here. She responded with monotone vocals, meanwhile her silver hued emeralds drifted away for a moment, scanning the horizon to see if any other adolescents would be joining their little gathering. So far it was only them, and his scent was all that entered her nasal passages at the moment. Master? What in the world did you have a master for? She almost looked confused at the question and mulled it over in her mind before she answered him. He raised me. Her response was short and sweet and to the point as there really was no other way to describe her relationship with her previous tormentor. He kept her underground to keep her hidden from the rest of the world, and perhaps to keep her hidden from any wolves that had survived from her natal pack.

Again, they changed course in the conversation, returning to the Agoge. Yes, I am participating in the Agoge. And I do not need your advice in order to complete my task. I would thank you to keep your attention away from that which does not belong to you. Apparently she had angered him at some point during the conversation, more then likely when she had given him her opinion. You are right, it is none of my concern. She responded to him, seemingly unbothered by the young wolf's anger. He had every right to be protective as the Agoge did seem like a grueling time and from what she could see he was the first one to be making it towards the home stretch. She moved her gaze away from the egg then, more so focusing on his face and the way his nose crinkled when he was irritated. She almost wanted to giggle at him but her face remained stoic despite the reaction. Sabaoth did not mention what a strange female you are. She arched an invisible eye brow at his words but otherwise did not move. He also did not mention how interesting you are. She responded back to him, her eyes locking with his. He truly had nothing to worry about with her, she was the least of his problems. His main concern was getting across the ocean without cracking that egg. For all it may mean good luck in the rest of your task. It seems.. grueling. She offered to him before waiting for a response, meanwhile he continued to hover above her- his anger and suspicion rippling off his body in waves. Odara on the other hand continued to remain simply emotionless about the situation.



notes: I love how she's not even bothered about him being angry at her haha she thinks he's adorable when he's mad and is totally fascinated by him xD
tagged: Typhon + open
muse: medium
word count: 798
status: complete.

[Typhon]

Do not over react, child, echoed through his head, and Typhon took a moment to settle his emotions. They were alight for no reason, and he mentally shook himself as he tried to calm his raging mind. This female had done nothing to him, nor anyone else as far as he knew; for what reason was he so angry with her presence, her manner? She was not unkind, only blunt, something that he was used to between his siblings and his uncle.

As he thought of Sabaoth, enlightenment shone upon him. His problem was that this female was going to be a part of Saba's life just as Roka was; perhaps not in the exact capacity, for his uncle seemed to truly care for his mate, but she would be sharing him with this Odara from here on out. Though he had not met her, Ty pitied the female he had learned of. It was not fair for her to be expected to accept the situation she did not ask for, just as it was not fair for Datura to do the same. Harems, it seemed, were something that Typhon was not a fan of.

Having determined the nature of his grievance, Typhon softened his features and sat himself down before the small female, the kind lightness returning to his bright eyes. "I must apologize," he rumbled quietly, dipping his head in a brief bow--though his height meant that he would hardly have brushed the top of her head if they were closer. "It has been a stressful time that I have spent on Vor'asa, and I am not as good at dealing with it as I thought."

His apology spoken aloud, Typhon offered the wolf a small smile. "Grueling it has been indeed. I appreciate your wish of luck. The hardest part, thankfully, is now over; after the hell this has been, the swim back to In'amos will be a breeze," he said with a laugh, shaking his head. In truth, the time spent at the Agoge had not been terribly stressful, but it had challenged him in ways he had never experienced before. Luckily, those challenges had served only to benefit him.

"This master of yours," Ty said after a moment, cocking his head curiously to the side. "How did you come to know him? Was he cruel to you?" The questions came quickly to his young mind, for he knew nothing of the ways of other wolves, and had never heard of any masters raising anyone. What sort of world did Odara come from where having a master was the norm?

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Tags || Odara
Notes || A little short but here we go. (:

[Odara]

Odara hadn't expected to have overstepped a boundary with the young brute but now that she was reflecting on it she supposed that she had been out of line. It truly was not her place to be giving advice on a matter that did not concern her at all, and perhaps she should have kept her trap shut. However it was his next set of vocals that had her mind reeling, I must apologize. It has been a stressful time that I have spent on Vor'asa, and I am not as good at dealing with it as I thought. She was astonished that he was actually apologizing to her and maybe even a little touched by the gesture. It's okay.. I am sure you have indeed gone through a lot and I most certainly should not be handing out advice when you've already made it this far entirely on your own. She spoke to him in gentle tones, which was odd considering just moments before she had been figuratively emotionless towards the male. He was growing on her and she found that she was beginning to enjoy his presence. It also made her slightly happy to know that she may just have found an ally to have back on Ina'mos. Grueling it has been indeed. I appreciate your wish of luck. The hardest part, thankfully, is now over; after the hell this has been, the swim back to In'amos will be a breeze. Odara gazed up at him then, watching his movements as her silver orbs locked with his green ones. I wish that I could say the same.. I have never swam before..I suppose it will be an interesting experience. She did not show fear towards the fact that she could very well drown on her way over to Ina'mos, instead she just looked at it as if it were meant to be it would be. If she was supposed to die then she would surely perish on the swim and if she made it successfully over to Ina'mos then it was a sign that she was truly meant to be there. And to be at Sabaoth's side.

This master of yours, How did you come to know him? Was he cruel to you? The questions erupted from him rather quickly, almost drawing her back for an instance. Moments ago he was hostile towards her and openly suspicious, but now he seemed to be opening up to her more which meant more questions directed towards her. It made her skin crawl uncomfortably but she did not speak, only mulled over the questions. How did she become to know her master? She had never really thought about such a thing before now and now that she was thinking about it she couldn't really remember. He had always been there even from the beginning. I started my life with him there. She spoke slowly, carefully as she reminisced those horrible times spent underground with no daylight or fresh air. There was no sunlight. No fresh air. It was always damp and cool. It was me and one other..my sister. She stared off blankly for a moment then, her mind drifting back to when it was just her and her sister. And when she had chosen to sacrifice her so that she could live. If she would have known that she would have been able to find a way out perhaps she wouldn't have killed her; but at the time she had no choice. She sat with her tail wrapped around her paws and finally she returned her gaze to Typhon. He was fond of me.. But he did not treat me well. There was nothing but pure honesty in her words, but not even an ounce of sadness shone in her eyes. She was like a blank slate as she spoke of her past and of her captor. He doesn't know that I am gone. That is why I need to make that swim over to Ina'mos. So.. If you have any tips for me I'll take those now. For the briefest second she flashed him a small smile, and it was extraordinarily beautiful. But just as soon as it was there it was gone as she returned to her guarded self, but this time she regarded Typhon with a more sensitive facade than before.



notes: She...trusts him...say whaaaa??? lol
tagged: Typhon + open
muse: medium
word count: 889
status: complete.

[Typhon]

Typhon noticed a subtle change in Odara as she spoke, perhaps triggered by the way he had flipped his own emotions. It was nice, to see the female turn from straight-faced monotone to something with more depth, and the male wondered briefly if Sabaoth had seen her potential from the start. He wasn't entirely sure which wolf had initiated the idea of Odara becoming part of Saba's harem, but part of him thought it must have been his uncle.

A nod answered her words, and Ty smiled lightly at the compliment. "Truthfully, I'm surprised I have made it this far. But I certainly did not do it alone... my packmates have been valuable allies, as has my uncle. The great thing about Kairos is that we are never expected to do anything alone, not really," he said with pride, his face lighting up as he spoke of his family. He did care about all of Kairos, truly, though he had not had the pleasure of meeting every single member yet--and as they were an ever-expanding empire, perhaps he never would. But Typhon cherished his opportunities.

Frowning lightly, he took a moment to look over Odara's body before speaking again. "Your small frame and light weight will be your enemy in the ocean," he said matter-of-factly. "I suggest spending some time in the shallows, getting used to the feeling. The open water is much rougher than the shore but at least you might have a chance if you practice." Though he did not necessarily care for this female in particular, he found that he did not exactly want her to perish on the way to In'amos, either. Regardless of what happened, he hoped Sabaoth could deal with the consequences of potentially sending Odara to her death by expecting her to take on such an immense task with zero experience. Then again, he thought, he and his siblings had never braved the ocean before the Agoge, and they survived just fine. They, however, had size and tenacity on their side, and Typhon was not sure how much strength this young female had in her.

Talk turned to her former master, and when Ty learned that she had only just escaped him, concern sprouted in him for her safety. "Will he follow you?" he asked, realizing that it wasn't just Odara who would be in danger if her master went on a rampage; the whole of Kairos could be a target, and depending on the resources of this wolf, it could cause quite the upset. "If you bring danger to our lands, you will leave with it," Typhon added, a hint of an edge to his voice only so she would understand.

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Tags || Odara
Notes || n/a