Take Me Home [Tala]

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A growl rumbled in the female’s throat as she glared at the wooden junk pile. The thing was unnatural – no wolf could have created such a monstrosity. Only the stinking two-legged animals could make something so hideous. The skeleton of the shipwrecked vessel caught Datura’s focus as she was walking alone along the shore. She did not dare to approach it. Despite Goliath’s assurance that no humans lived there, Datura had no desire to explore something they had abandoned. Ina’mos was not far from where she stood, but she was not yet ready to return to her home. She could not decide which way to go from here, in part because she was not very familiar with the main island. In truth, she was lost, but Datura did not view it as such. There was no predicting how many potential recruits she would find in the remote area of Anikira she had stumbled upon after her encounter with Thor.

The flame-kissed fur along her spin was still standing on end as she turned away from the destroyed ship, finally, and began to walk south. There were countless wolves wandering the vast island of Anikira, pack wolves and loners alike. Datura had no interest in the wolves residing in pack territory. These were now her foes. It was the rogues that roamed solo that Kairos needed to build up the most powerful force in the region. And while she was hesitant to do so, she also kept an eye open for faes that she deemed suitable to the cause. All of these new warriors would need mates. Every new femme meant competition. It also meant more hunters.

She certainly was not thrilled with the idea of adding more females to their ranks. So far, she had only encountered one, and their first meeting had been an unmitigated disaster. It was clear that Datura would not be best friends with Goliath’s only sister anytime in the near future. The veiled threats Aaricia had made against her still lurked in her brain, but she was not terribly worried. While the great princess Snowflake was presumably still on Ina’mos, Datura had taken the initiative to expand the pack with new blood, recruited from the main island that she was not fond of.

Suddenly, she froze in her tracks. Someone is here. She glanced to her left and saw nothing, only a stand of palm trees offering a bit of shade on the sandy beach. Her nose was not playing tricks on her, though.  There was another of her kind here.  Datura was certain she was no longer alone, and her disconcerting eyes scanned the area, slowly, with the vigilance and intensity of a killer.

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[Tala]

Autumn gripped the air as the wintery female strode along all on her own, like a cloud hovering over the land, daintily shaped paws touching the ground with what some would say was an apologetic caress. She didn't wish to disturb anything, even the sandy ground beneath her. Only the goal to pass through to the next place she happened to go.

it wasn't long since she left her birth pack, in ways it seemed a distant memory yet all the while staying painfully sharp in her mind. But this was different......instead of growling and sharp rebukes for unseen mistakes which she apparently often made, she only heard the wind blow and the soft creaking of the wooden structure down a short distance from her small form.  It was...peaceful. 

Closing the light green orbs, she listened with a relaxed posture and let the wind tug at her fur playfully. She no longer had to fear someone being displeased with her actions, it was just her at this place.

Or was she?

Sensing the presence of another, she opened her eyes and looked around. There! A flame kissed colored wolf stood, apparently having sensed her. Taking a curious sniff at what the breeze could tell her, she learned this stranger was female. That neither encouraged or eased the one named Tala. In her experience, females could be just as cruel as males when they saw fit.

Standing frozen to her spot, Tala turned her head away, pretending to not notice the wolf while remaining vigilant to the strangers actions. Perhaps she would pass along and not give the creamy femme a second glance. This being her first encounter with another since leaving her birth pack, Tala was caught up with anxieties of the unknown. Surely, this female had no reason to belittle Tala! However, silence was the young females only friend in life, serving her well in all she had been through. Now it may be time to clutch to silence once again.

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Only moments passed before the other was alerted to Datura’s presence. The piercing color of sage glanced back from a distance, and their eyes met for only a second, but it was enough. The pale stranger looked away with a dainty turn of the head. Her attempt to avoid was a second too late to save her, for Datura knew the other had seen her. Yet she turned as if she possessed a secret. It was an interesting sight to behold: a white female staring into nothingness, ears alert, but she played at obliviousness as if it would help her.

Instantly, the Mexican wolf was drawn in, lured by the subtle submissive act the other had displayed, whether intentionally or otherwise. Goliath would need more docile little things to amuse himself and the other brutes, and their dinner was not going to catch itself. That is what the other females were destined for – satisfying all the hungers that burned like embers within every male, waiting to be ignited. It was what they were born to do. And while Datura did not exactly share the religious fervor of her mate, she had no reason to argue with his assertions about gods, divinity, and the dominance of males. She could play the game, so long as she still came out on top.

The stranger’s ivory pelt was marred only by a touch of darkness. Her muzzle stood out, even as she did her best not to look in Datura’s direction. The female stood with muscles tight and body stiff as a corpse where she stood. Both faes were petite – even from a distance, Datura guessed the two would be evenly matched if violence broke out. The day was warm and pleasant, the beach picturesque, but Datura’s fiery stare was fixed. No longer the humiliated, worthless fool she had once been, the auburn-tinted wolf carried herself with confidence and composure.

Datura wasted no time filling the distance between the two females, her pace quick and mind racing. If this was going to be successful, Datura had to approach the situation delicately, she knew. If the white fae was to have a future as a hunter for Kairos, then Datura had to convince her that following Goliath was worthwhile. Her lips pursed thoughtfully. This required social skills that she had never developed. But she could certainly play the part. A sweet smile graced her ivory muzzle as she came to sit, very slowly, a fair distance from the stranger. She was close enough to have a better sense of where the foreign fae’s scent originated, but there were few hints to indicate if she was a traveler or if she called the human littered beach her home. ”I am Datura. You need not fear me, little one” she insisted with feigned concern laced in each word, as gentle as she could muster.  Nevermind the two were of equal height and weight.

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[Tala]

Fervent wishing was in vain as Tala realized the other female had no intent to just walk by and forget the snowy female that clashed with the earths tones. Instead, she was walking straight toward her. 

Feeling her heart beat a little faster, Tala kept herself immobile despite wanting to shrivel up and disappear. Part of her heart spoke to her in an encouraging manner, telling her this was free land where she stood, she worked hard to get here and wasn't about to ruin it. The other half urged her to grovel and be flung back into the life she knew, where she served all others with no glimmer of appreciation.....for old habits die hard.

Flickering her eyes to the side for a moment, she saw the cream and copper female had reached her and much to her surprise....was smiling. A puzzled look flashed over her light features before returning to the previous expression of passiveness touched with uncertainty. Why do you smile? She wondered, intrigued by the others actions. Never before has one just smiled at her. There was always a hidden meaning or to be quickly followed by an act if cruelty for the amusement of others. Yet here, there was no audience, no gain other than a stroke to the strangers ego.

Finally issuing the courage to look directly at the stranger, Tala tilted her head carefully as an introduction was made. Datura.... She mulled the name over and over, strange to her ears but a pleasant sounding title. In acknowledgement, she dipped her head in greeting before looking into the incredibly watchful brown eyes that stared back at her.

Thus far, Tala had no reason to fear her companion and ever so slightly relaxed as a rumble didn't seem to be imminent. Datura offered only peace so far and was most likely expecting a return gesture on the little white fae's part. After an inner struggle of shyness, uncertainty and habit of just keeping quiet, a single word issued from her throat. Tala. Almost a whisper as quiet as the breeze itself but wrapped in a sweet feminine voice that could sing along with the birds above.

Quietly proud of herself so far for not hitting the ground and rolling over as soon as approached, Tala took this meeting as a test to all she tried to accomplish in her time alone. Finding her own strength and character was her goal and now she knew she had grown somewhat into her own being.

But now she was at a loss, social protocol outside of her pack was a mystery to her. Keeping eye contact as best she could, Tala let her mind work on what might be seen as acceptable to the female before her. She had no wish to insult or displease Datura, who had so far been the kindest wolf she has ever known,

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The shy fae took a moment to find the audacity to face the auburn tinted stranger – something Datura could not help but notice. This one was as easy to read as a cloudless sky on a summer day. Her vulnerability was on full display before any words left her tongue. Her sage green eyes were wide with shock, displaying her lack of confidence as if it were a red flag. The way she held her diminutive frame proved she was a follower, not a leader. In response to Datura’s greeting, the pale fae offered only her moniker. ”What a lovely name.” Her words were sickeningly sweet. It took some effort to veil the derision that normally coated her speech, but she could not soften the intensity in her stare. Tala seemed to shrink, fading like a wilting flower cut from the vine. Datura felt a surge of self-assurance, a swell of pride within her core.

It did not take a mystic to interpret Tala’s character, and after only seconds had passed, Datura knew she was an ideal choice. Goliath would approve of the snowy female. Passive, quiet, and respectful with a touch of fear – Yes, her alpha would like her. Hopefully he would not like her too much, but that was another problem for a different day. Everything about the white wolf’s demeanor was submissive, unassuming, as if she was bred to yield in the shadows of those who were her superior. Amber eyes fell away from their locked gaze, scrutinizing the other’s feminine features. The dark splotches painted her snout as if it were a muzzle.

Ever so slowly, Datura’s tail lowered toward the ground as she sat to show that she did not plan to hurt the fearful female. She was no good to them injured, and Datura avoided picking fights with stranger without provocation. Fear was a powerful, relentless motivator. ”Are you all alone out here?”

”These are unclaimed lands, are they not? You should be cautious, Tala.” She warned with a hushed voice for effect. First Datura had to plant the seed of doubt to fester alongside her pervasive fear. ”Places like these are not safe for lone females.” Already, the roles were defined between the two faes – the hunter and the pursued, the powerful and the feeble. Perhaps Goliath’s famed deity was offering up a gift to Kairos in the form of a new hunter. Her strange smile remained fixed on her muzzle as her eyes wandered Tala’s form curiously. She looked healthy enough, but her timidity would be her downfall if she was left to her own devices.

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[Tala]

She bowed her head in thanks to Datura's compliment. It really countless be helped that Tala was devastatingly awkward with the situation at hand. Never really having experienced a true conversation before, the little white female had to follow the lead of the femme in front of her. Surely, that was acceptable?

Captured in the strength of Daturas stare, Tala tilted her head ever so slightly as they continued to analyze each other. Finally, as the colored females banner drooped to the ground, Tala let her body relax a bit more as a rumble seemed ever more unlikely between them.

Once again the silence was broken by the chestnut Datura, posing another question, which Tala only nodded to in return. Next a warning word to be careful, Tala was always careful. Well, cautious enough to try and stay out of trouble.

Finally, the declaration of danger in being alone. Tala had already concluded this female had a home elsewhere for she carried the scents of others about her. Yet, if it was so dangerous here, why would she even bother to cross into the borders of this place? You are alone here. She whispered the condensed sentence of her thoughts.

Datura wasn't much different than herself in size, other than a more powerful weight from sufficient hunting. Tala, while having proved to be a surprisingly good hunter, had to be content with smaller game as her stature wouldn't allow her to take down the more desired prey.  

Yet here she was warning Tala of dangers that had yet to show themselves. What does she know that I don't? She hated the feeling that she was coming off as gullible but she had no reason not to trust the more experienced female. How dangerous? She breathed in curiously, now glancing about as if she expected something terrible to show itself. She then shook her head in disgust with herself. Anything that happened would be dealt with as it came. No reason to get anxious about what may or may not come about,

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The pale female was a wolf of few words – something that Datura appreciated. She was not the sort who would stand up for herself, for she could barely carry on a conversation. Datura did not mind this, though. She was there to find a new hunter, not a best friend, and scare tactics could be very effective against one who already lived in fear.

”My pack is close by, so close that I need only howl, and someone would hear.” Although this theory had never been tested, it seemed to Datura that Ina’mos was easily close enough for her to communicate with her Kairos pack mates. She gave a gesturing nod towards the north, where the shore ended and the water lapped playfully at the sand. ”I live very close to here, you see, and we protect one another. Ours is a pack that cares for its own. My home is only a short swim across the calm waters, easy for one of us to travel, but strangers can be spotted from a long distance. Ina’mos is a safe haven, unique in its capacity to protect our pack.”

How dangerous? Datura contained the urge to laugh aloud at the growing concern barely concealed in Tala's expression and soft words. Her plan to unnerve the meek female was working already, and overt uncertainty laced Tala’s hushed tones. ”I do not mean to frighten you,” she breathed, her voice serious and words carefully chosen to seem empathetic, though sincere empathy seemed an impossibility for Datura. ”I know what it is like to wander. I know how it feels to sleep alone with an empty belly and lonesome thoughts. You can never guess who may be lurking nearby, watching. These are open lands. Anyone could be here – killers, thieves. One can never trust these free lands.” For effect, Datura began to swivel her neck about, turning around with feigned anxiety, as if the devil was hiding behind a nearby palm tree, or just out of sight.

”I say this to caution you, Tala.  For females like you and me, the only safe place is within a pack with strong males who will protect you at all costs. Goliath can save you from this life.  He protects all of us.” She spoke her alpha’s name with an inexplicable grin before falling silent to allow the quiet fae to react. Datura watched carefully to see if her words had their intended impact on Tala’s peace of mind, as fragile as glass. Young and frightened enough to be malleable, old enough to hunt and produce the offspring of Kairos warriors – Datura would not allow Tala to slip free of the snare she had set for the white female now.  Despite her fearful personality, she was too valuable to let go.

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ooc: I've never seen Datura be this chatty! xD

[Tala]

A pack nearby? The first thought she had was to hide and run, her experience with packs wasn't exactly what you would call good. But as Datura went on in her explanation of safety and protection, Tala became curious about the wolves she came from.

Her light eyes widened at the thought of the one named Goliath, he must be a powerful wolf to protect a pack in such a way that Datura thought of him so highly.

A pack who protects each other....She mused to herself as the statement mulled over and over in ever mind. Maybe..if she worked hard..they would like her enough to let her join. She shook her head hard to rid herself of the thought. Packs wouldn't want her, she is small and surely they would think she was worthless. But....gazing up at Datura, she once again noted the size of the earthy female. They were similar, quite similar in size. Datura found favor with this Goliath, perhaps she could offer something in return for his protection as well. Tala knew the hunt well enough, perhaps that could be her gift.

Steeling herself to speak, Tala looked in the chestnut tinted eyes across from her, "Would they mind if I...had a look?" She waited almost painfully, expecting Datura to refuse and go on and on about why would they want a tiny scrap of fur like her around. But the words were spoken and there was no going back.

She tried to stay calm, after all the pack wolf did say Goliath could save her, why would she say that if there wasn't even a slim possibility of acceptance? As much as Tala doubted herself, she knew solitude was not her ideal way of life. It was an escape and had served it's purpose well. But now, she needed to find something bigger, something to shelter her from the dangers that sought out small loners like herself.

The very tip of her bushy banner flicked back and forth as she waited, thinking about the words that had already been said. This could be a new start!

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OOC: sorry for the delay, fighting low muse but just had to get this up. Thanks for being patient.

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It seemed everyone had an interest in escaping some unfortunate past these days, seeking out a new life in some far-off place. Datura only needed to paint a bright, pleasant picture of the futures that awaited these lost souls. Everybody was looking for something, some distant dream that refused to die as long as their hearts still beat. For some, mere survival was enough. In Tala’s case, it was simple. A meek female had no place in their world as a loner. Even a great hunter was vulnerable when left alone. With too many sinister forces preying upon the weak, Tala would never make it on Anikira. Datura sensed than Tala had already realized this much, from her shrinking posture to her halting speech.

Carefully, she moved closer to the female, if only to see how she would react. Why was she so petrified? What phantoms haunted the fae?  The other was not much smaller than Datura, who was by no means an intimidating wolf. Tala was small like her, but she had potential. Her yielding demeanor pleased Datura. The white female’s compliance only fueled her confidence.

Datura gave a slow nod in response, taking the moment to carefully consider her words. Her docile tone was deliberate, her natural attitude tucked neatly away beneath a friendly façade. ”You will have to meet Goliath, but I think you may have an excellent chance in Kairos. We need faes like you. I think you are just what we are looking for, my friend.” Her feigned smile seemed to grow impossible. A friendly word, even when uttered in insincerity, could go far. ”Where did you come from?” Datura asked not because she cared, but because this sort of information could prove useful. Unless she was born into the life of a loner, she had to come from somewhere. She was too damaged.

Once Tala was on Ina’mos, Datura suspected she would not be leaving again, but she said nothing more about the white female’s likely fate. She did not care to disturb or discouraged to Tala, whose anxious mind was undoubtedly in trepidation. Perhaps Titan would take an interest in this pretty little creature, or one of the other males that would fight for their cause. If Goliath succeeded, Ina’mos would soon be overrun with brutes in need of a bit of enjoyment to quench their carnal thirsts and thwart their aggressions. With the promise of winter came the breeding season, when even a subpar hunter was good for something.

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ooc: no worries, I'm usually busy during the week. ^-^

[Tala]

Surprised beyond belief when Datura inched closer, Tala wasn't entirely sure of what to do. At first she shied her head away purely out of habit. It was rare for another to be close to her without some sort of rough physical consequence. But right now...none came. Looking up again into Daturas eyes, she could feel her own features twist into a questioning expression. Why would she do this?

Then came an answer to one of her many questions. A meeting with the Alpha....a petrifying thought! But what was said next replaced her fear momentarily with the hope they actually needed someone like her. Why? Tala knew she could hunt well, she possessed several talents but how could the colorful female know that? Perhaps Datura had talents of her own that could look deeper than most bothered to do. The young female mused over that for a moment, until a question was posed to her. One about her birth place.

Breaking eye contact, Tala looked over her shoulder to the direction where her journey began. "R'imdar. Born to a pack who never let me show them what I could do. Never had a friend. Wasn't allowed." She looked back to Datura briefly before a mixture of sadness and that old feeling of anxiety started to pull at her. She shrugged it off, she knew better now.

Datura said they were friends, an intriguing idea to one who never knew what it was like to have a friend. Flickering an incredibly small smile to the more experienced female, lasting a fraction of a second. Life seemed to be turning around.

As frightened as she was of the idea of meeting an alpha, especially as one as large and strong as Datura painted Goliath to be, Tala wanted that feeling of protection and usefulness. If she could please him with her talents, maybe...just maybe he would allow her to stay....

"Would your alpha be willing to speak to me soon?" She whispered, but they were close enough together now, she was sure the other would be able to hear her. "Is there something I must do first?" A rather chatty moment for the small wintery female, she could feel her heart speed up with the hope of everything Datura said.


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Datura could sense the other’s confusion. The green-eyed beauty’s unease fed into Datura’s impromptu performance, and she shook her head with fake sympathy as Tala told her unfortunate tale. ”Such a pity,” she uttered quietly. Never had a friend. Wasn’t allowed. This news was interesting, though anticipated – the white female’s social skills were awkward, as if no one else had given her the time of day. She had no one to warn her of the outside world. Perhaps if her parents had warned her about talking to strangers, Tala would be spared the troubles she would soon wander into. Tala had no one to discourage her interest in Kairos and its fearsome alpha. Instead, she had only Datura and her deception, offering false hope to the lone female.

”Something you must do?” She repeated the words thoughtfully, allowing the proposition to filter through her sinister thoughts as her gaze shifted away from the female. Datura was speaking and behaving off-the-cuff. She had not planned to seduce a hapless creature that day, but could not let the opportunity slip away. As if on cue, her empty stomach grumbled in angry protest. Her expression adopted a more serious demeanor when she looked back to Tala, speaking pragmatically, like this had been her intention from the start. ”You must hunt now. This is what you will be expected to do if you are accepted into Kairos. Let me see that you are capable, and I will put in a good word with Goliath. Now is your chance to show what you can do.”

Compliance would be mandatory, and while Datura’s face was still friendly enough, it was crystal clear that she expected the pretty submissive fae to do as she was told. This new female would do well if she learned how to obey and serve from the very start. Even if she failed to catch something, Tala would demonstrate her abilities. And if she was a terrible hunter? Well, she would just have to learn to be better. Sauntering slowly, Datura slipped to Tala’s side to find a comfortable spot to observe the other’s actions. She sat back on her haunches, eyes locked on the skittish wolf. Her belly gurgled, enticed by the notion of a meal that she did not have to work for. She had come a long way from the days of starvation, hunting alone, often unsuccessful. She was not an alpha, but she could still relish the authority she now carried.

She was enjoying this more than her calm visage suggested. This should be entertaining..

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[Tala]

A hunt? That was it? Seemed simple enough but she understood how her skills must be tested before any real weight could be given for her judgement. She nodded silently as her eyes already started to scan for signs of what may be around for food. The rumbles coming from the fiery females stomach was an extra push for Tala to be completely immersed in her task.

"Of course." Her head on a swivel, ears perked and eyes alert to every movement around them. Finally her sensitive nose picked up a promising scent. Datura and everything else fell away as Tala followed the tasty aroma. 

She carried herself low to the ground, even though she was already small it never hurt to be as little as possible. Practically floating over the ground, the light footed female rounded the tree line and sighted her target. 

Lowering herself even further, she watched for a moment to judge how and where to strike. The prey, a deer that apparently wandered from the others, a stupid mistake on its part but very fortuitous for her. It seemed to be oblivious, helpful. Creeping forward slowly, she kept her eyes riveted on the deer. It was young, born late in the season apparently, so on the smaller side. But since she was little herself, this was perfectly acceptable.

She kept her pace slow until she neared it enough to dash after it. Bolting off, the little female was able to show what she lacked in strength she made up for in speed. The panicked animal dashed off, zigging and zagging as it thundered through the brush into the beach and towards the water. The cream colored female chasing it like a streak of lightening, a smile almost spreading across her features. She enjoyed the chase it brought her joy and excitement, all weaknesses she may have, it didn't matter here.

Once it reached the water, the deer panicked as it quickly pranced out into the depths. Launching onto it's back, she sunk her teeth into it's hide as she slung to one side to pull it off balance. Splashing in the cold water, they wrestled together until Tala reached the soft throat and bit down hard, causing the blood to seep out and turn the water red in the immediate area of the death in progress.

Keeping hold until the body stilled, she pulled it towards shore. The waterlogged fur of the deer causing it's weight to increase but she managed to pull it just out of the waters reach before she let go. "Here."

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”Of course.” The snowy white fae offered no resistance in her eagerness to please, and Datura offered a nod of approval in response. The timid girl put far too much trust in a stranger, and it would be her undoing. Silent still, the petite female pressed her belly closer to the cold earth beneath her to watch. Datura surveyed the scene before her with interest, observing the other’s techniques with the discerning eye of a killer. Hunting alone was not easy, as Datura knew personally, but the area was a bounty of prey. The lands had no pack to claim them, so the wildlife was in abundance. The scents of foreign prey littered the area, a temptation to the rogues who passed through the neutral territory.

Pools of glinting copper scrutinized every subtle movement the other made. As the small white form moved away from her, creeping carefully towards her target, Datura swept forward to get the best vantage point. Tala had her sights set on a young deer. It was a small prize, but it mattered little to Datura. Once on Ina’mos, Tala would have others to hunt with. Perhaps the unfortunate girl would make a friend or two. Datura would not bother to ask more questions about Tala’s miserable past. Tala’s previous existence was of no consequence to Datura. Besides, it would be too difficult to feign sympathy for much longer. Eventually, her insincerity would seep through the amiable exterior she presented.

So Tala’s life had been a struggle. So what? Every wretched animal that wandered the island had some sob story, a distant tragedy or the memories of lingering neglect that followed each beast like a faded shadow. There were too many ways to destroy happiness and promise and far fewer ways to attain safety and belonging. Too many could not cope with all of the unpredictable circumstances that ruined lives and crushed the spirit of the weakest. Nothing was meant to last forever. Even the tallest peaks would someday be leveled by countless years of weathering, leaving only dust in the wind.

No one would come looking for Tala. No one would notice or care if she disappeared. She was a decent hunter, Datura acknowledged with a satisfied nod as the young deer’s body was dragged from the blood-red tide. ”Leave it.” The forced smile had vanished from Datura’s muzzle. Her focus turned to the north. ”You will have to swim to reach your new home. Are you capable of that?”

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[Tala]

She presented the bounty only to be ordered to forget it. A quizzical look crossed her snowy features. Why ask to kill if she didn't want it? Looking down at the clouded over eyes of the young animal, she felt a sting of pity for it. It's life was sacrificed for nothing.

Looking up at Datura, she thought to ask but her silence reigned over her. Nodding, she signaled that swimming there would be a reachable goal for the little female. The sudden shift in Daturas nature caused Tala to feel slightly on edge. Did I do something? 

Abandoning the corpse, she stepped out of the water completely, shook her fur and waited to be led to what was offered as a place of refuge.

She could only hope this was a brighter future than the one she left behind. If not, she could probably run. But if the Alpha was truly as large as he was depicted being, it was best to not anger him. A slip of a thing that she was wouldn't fare well in a skirmish.

Anything had to be better than what she came from. She was already given more praise in this short period of time than she got from her old pack in her whole life. It had to be better..it just had to.

Looking out, she judged how long it would take to swim there. Surely, she could do it. The water lapped at her paws as if an invitation to dive in and immerse herself into the cool liquid. 

Once she stepped in, she felt like there was no going back. She was anxious about what would happen once she got there but that was tampered by the fact that protection would be offered in return for whatever she could do for the pack. Something she longed for..


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OCC: oh I love watching Datura in action!
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Tala seemed to be waiting, expecting an escort to Ina’mos. Datura looked at her strangely instead, sidestepping closer to the bleeding dead animal at the water’s edge. An eyebrow arched questioningly as she gestured with a sharp nod towards the north. She had no intention of returning to Goliath’s island that day. ”It should take you no longer than an hour or two to swim there, if the ocean is merciful. Ina’mos is an impressive island. You will see it from a distance.” Tala’s arrival on the smaller island was her own responsibility now, in part because Datura lacked the desire to save the delicate fae, should she become tired halfway through the swim. If the poor girl drowned along the way, then Kairos would not be gaining a new hunter. There were other out there just like Tala, lost and looking for a savior. The silent wolf would get her savior, but it would cost her soul and her freedom.

Datura felt no semblance of regret or guilt for what she was doing. On the contrary, she felt more confident than ever. This one would undoubtedly please Goliath. Kairos hunters had one more duty expected of them, one that Datura would not explain in great detail to young Tala. The white wolf seemed too breakable to bear the heavy burden that was waiting for her. Poor little Tala would just have to get over her apprehensions.

”Oh. Just one more question, before you go home.” Her expression was ominous, still aloof, with a touch of mischief present on her façade. Hunting was a valuable talent, but not nearly as priceless as a female would be when the breeding season began in a few short, wintry months. Tala would make a fine mate for a Kairos warrior, timid and uncertain. A pretty thing like her would be eaten right up. ”Do you like pups?” The lowered octave of her voice was ambivalent – she was both interested in, and bored with, the pale femme standing before her. The auburn tinted fae carried herself with renewed confidence, head perched high and tail brazenly held nearly level with her spine. She looked every part the alpha when compared to the innocent green-eyed female.

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ooc: she's power-tripping now!
Tala is in for a world of trouble.