.hide me with your darkness. [Datura]

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Step by step, the Kairos female's paws carried her slowly through the Ina'mos. She had no particular destination in mind, but she had every intention of avoiding the pack for the time being. Socialization held little appeal to her right now, and with mating season falling upon them, she had no intention of sticking around to give the opportunity for the pack males to harass her. She did not want pups this season, especially since being pregnant would prevent her from fully living up to her goal of Warrior within the pack. After all, she could not prove her abilities to their leader while she was carrying pups inside of her. Therefore, her only option seemed to be to hide away and avoid all pack contact until she was no longer in heat. She doubted that many of the males would attempt rape, but she would not necessarily put it past them here in Kairos.

After all, were the females of this pack not intended for breeding purposes? She snorted softly at the though, barely swallowing the urge to spit at the ground in disgust. She would not fall prey to their hormonal desires. She would not allow the pack to use her as a living incubator in order to further their numbers and power. No, she would serve her pack with her talents, not the natural body parts that she was born with. She was more than a body to be used, she was a talented warrior and skilled fighter. She would not allow herself to be used for anything less. A soft sigh left her jaws as she slowed her pace even further, the path she had chosen having led her directly to the Cavern of Govyn, a place she had not yet visited in her pack's lands.

Kairos was large enough to hold several wolves, and though she had only met a few members of the pack, she still knew very little about her new home and family. Then again, she did not consider them family. At least not yet anyways. They were after her body, since she was female, and she found no appeal in a family-oriented way of thinking in the pack's mindset. They were a grouping of power and strength, and though she had every intention of playing right into that notion, she felt little connection to the wolves she should call pack-mates. They were strangers to her - a least most of them - and she preferred to keep it that way. maybe after her heat was over and she was less objectified in the eyes of those she would be competing against for her desired rank.

There was only one that she could even see herself slightly opening up to. Only one member that she could even slightly relate to or enjoy the company of. Datura, the female that she had met when she had first come to the Ina'mos. That had been before the lands of Kairos had expanded. The smaller female's company had actually been enjoyable, and the tall masked female found herself desiring the other wolf's presence once more. But here she was, all alone, and walking into the dark of the Cavern. The place was strange, dark and shielded perfectly from the daylight that shone above. The relief from the bright sun and winds hit her instantly, and though she moved forward still, her steps were hesitant and distracted. She let her eyes scan slowly along the cavern walls as she walked, taking in each crack and crevice and carefully moving along the slippery stone floor that threatened to incapacitate her should she take one wrong step.

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The pervasive smell of moisture, trickling streams of liquid filtering through rock and dark green moss, filled her ebony nostrils as the she-wolf explored the inky recesses of the cavern. Alone, Datura had ventured as far into the cavern as she could before she was stopped by the waters that had formed the place over millions of years. The freshwater aquifer was swollen from winter’s rains, flowing steady, frigid and sweet, but the cavernous place was still surprisingly spacious beneath the ground. The gentle, steady dripping of water echoed throughout the cave, accompanying the soft padding of her paws. It was rather cold inside the massive cavern, and it was gloomy, but still, it was the best place she had found so far on the island of Ina’mos that offered some semblance of privacy.

She wondered if any of her pack mates had happened upon the place yet, but Datura could not detect any recent familiar scents within the earthen shelter. The further she dared to go, the colder it seemed in the earth’s belly, dark and foreboding. Despite the constant chill within the cavern, Datura was pleased with her discovery. It could prove to be an ideal place to raise her future pups. Most females would seek out shelter that was both warm and comfortable before welcoming a litter. Goliath’s pups would not be weak, she was convinced, and so the cold would not be a problem. If they could not survive the chill of winter, then so be it. Datura was not yet expecting, but the anticipation of what was to come gnawed at her body and mind day at night, feverish and all consuming. She longed to be taken, but knew that she would have to continue her wait.

The Mexican wolf’s pelt was not as thick as her arctic or tundra cohorts, but Ina’mos was not as cold as the territories claimed in higher elevations. Ina’mos was her paradise, safe and secluded from those deemed unworthy, and she had no plans to leave its banks in the near future. She had to stay on the smaller island now, per her alpha’s demand. She was going to be in heat before long, and Datura knew she had to avoid her male pack mates until that time had come and gone. No other males could come near her now, she could not take any chances. The winter season was hurrying by, and the hormones would be raging across the island. Datura wanted no part in the seduction and the pretty lies of romance. The she-wolf’s attachment to her alpha was something arcane, bigger than trivial love and affection, and beyond what the others were capable of understanding.

She was growing tired of her tour when she became aware of the other’s presence. Near the entrance of the den, a large wolf had appeared. Perhaps the place was not as secure as Datura had imagined, chestnut colored eyes narrowing. She suppressed her suspicions and ventured further toward the mouth of the cavern again to see which of her pack mates was there. The dark masked face and pale eyes of the newcomer were familiar. ”Xena.” She spoke aloud with a rare genuine smile and the polite dip of her head in the larger female’s direction. Datura had not seen the warrior fae since their encounter in Vor’asa. Judging from her presence alone, she could assume that Xena had been accepted into the pack. Datura stopped before the other fae, her posture relaxed. ”We meet again, finally. I am glad to see you have arrived here on Ina’mos. I hope you find the island to be suitable?”

Xena was different from the other females Datura had encountered. The mottled female was strong, muscular and capable. In spite of her gender and the expectations her femininity implied, Xena was more intent on battling than breeding. She was big, too, not the sort of female that could be taken without a fight. In a way, Datura envied her for her size and skills, for the diminutive Mexican femme would never be a warrior. Instead, she had to be content with grasping control in other, more covert ways. Her smile remained as she came to sit before Xena in the cold, damp cavern.

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Her movements remained slow, calculated, careful, and at the same time, absent-minded. How she managed this combination of thinking and lack-there-of, even the large masked female would never understand. The cavern was beautiful to her, and even in the darkness she could easily pick out every detail of the stone walls. What little light there was reflected perfectly off of her canine eyes, causing them to almost glow green because of the natural make-up of her eye. This, of course, the female herself would not notice, but any creature daring to approach in an attempt of secrecy would find them unnaturally eerie, should they not understand the anatomy of a wolf. Her ears remained perked, twisting back and forth to follow the gradual dripping of water from the ceiling or the walls, instinctively reacting to an consciously un-acknowledged force.

Her head lowered occasionally, sniffing at the wet floor and moving slightly towards the walls to investigate any scents that would prove others had been here before. There were some here and there, though the strongest she could make out seemed strangely familiar to her. That was when she paused, lowering her head further until her nose nearly touched the ground, hovering less than an inch away from the cold rock's surface. Datura. She could make it out clearly now, the memory of their first meeting somehow having lodged itself permanently into her brain. Why? She doubted she would ever know, but it had. There it was, proving that scent was a very powerful tool in recovering things that one never even knew they stored in their head.

But this scent was strong, much more powerful than those around it. She must have been here recently. Avoiding the pack males as well? That could really be her only reasoning for forcing herself into a place like this. Xena, with her size and power, feared little in life. Though one could really not know what a cave like this held in terms of danger before experiencing it, right? Only a greater fear of the hormone-crazy males of the pack could have driven her here. A slight frown crossed the masked wolf's face, that is, until the equally familiar voice echoed through the cavern and into her perked ears. "Datura, I thought I smelled you in here." She responded, dipping her head graciously in greeting and actually offering the other wolf one of her rare smiles. "The lands are suitable, as I assumed they would be. Are you hiding out in here for the same reason as I? It's about that time of year." She asked, frowning and shaking her head slowly. Males were males, hormonal and driven by their desires, regardless of whether one was in a pack or not. Except here in Kairos, as a female, there were expectations thrust upon you, regardless of your desires. She had no doubt that the little wolf before her had come here in hopes of warding off unwanted attention, just as she herself had done.

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As her paws tread carefully over the cavern’s slick floors, she could see a worried look on her cohort’s face, but the expression disappeared from the other’s masked features when she realized it was only Datura – harmless, trustworthy Datura, as far as most of her pack mates believes. Xena’s physique was distinguishable from the other females that roamed the island, with the build of a fighter and the apparent calmness of a sage. She was quiet without being timid, something that Datura could appreciate in a pack mate, and the smaller fae did not doubt her talents during times of battle. Compared with Datura’s slight figure, and in spite of the fact that Datura was large for her breed, Xena was inches taller at the withers and powerful as most of the males Datura had known. While Datura was regrettably diminutive when compared with the larger lupines of Anikira, Xena had been molded to fight since she was young. The muscles that rippled beneath her mottled pelt as she moved were proof of the rigorous training she had endured growing up. Of course, the warrior femme was nowhere near the size of Goliath, but then, few wolves could match her alpha in sheer size and bulk.

Datura’s lithe body did have its advantages – one could skulk silently through tight spots in the woods. Her smallness enabled her to go unseen, so her compact frame had its uses. It had attracted Goliath in the first place, the way she fit so neatly beneath him. Datura was not feeble, but certainly not built for fighting. Belonging to a successful pack meant being well-fed and relatively comfortable for the first time in her life. Belonging to Goliath meant much more: a life of privilege, and the opportunity of a legacy Datura could not have dreamt of.

”It’s about that time of year.” An uncharacteristic laugh parted the small wolf’s maw at the comment and the implications they carried. Datura was not completely opposed to the expectations placed upon the females that belonged to Kairos. Datura’s own vision for Kairos included scores of pups, not only her on, but the offspring off every huntress that caught the attention of an amorous brute. Xena’s attitude towards breeding was as apparent as the nose on her snout. But as her rich brown eyes took in the sight of Xena once again, Datura mused – which warrior would dare to court a female like Xena, brooding and defensive? She was not unattractive, her dark-masked face interesting and her body fit. Such a brute would have to be insane or suicidal, and the idea amused Datura.


There were no wars to fight... yet. There was a lull in activity as the breeding season progressed and the new followers appeared. A thought crept into her mind: a proposal for the warrior fae. ”Xena, I believe I have a duty for you that may appeal to you as well as our alpha.” The little female sat before the other, chin lifted upwards. ”I will be Goliath’s mate, and only his. Do you understand? As the season progresses and the males of the island lose their minds for a chance to...” Her words tapered off for only a matter of seconds, but the sour expression the painted her façade spoke volumes of her own feelings toward the brutish other sex. Carrying young for an alpha was an entirely different story than accepting any random fool’s seed. ”Well, you know how they operate. One whiff of a female, and all logic has been erased for the slim chance that their genes will be passed along to the coming generation. For this reason, I believe we should keep close, Xena. Will you stay with me until my time has come? It may please Goliath to know you have been so useful to his cause.” She offered the privilege – a job within the pack that benefited not only Datura, but for the sake of the pack’s future.

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It took both females only a short time to grow comfortable with each other again, and soon Xena found herself lowering her rear to the wet floor and carefully sitting down. She was comfortable in this place, despite the wet and dirty make-up of it's entirety. It was peaceful to her, calm and comfortable, a place where she could get away and only her one friend in the pack seemed inclined to visit. Her eyes remained on the smaller wolf as she spoke, listening silently and nodding occasionally to acknowledge her understanding. The proposition made her tilt her head slightly, her mind carefully rolling it around and weighing the pros and cons. Of course, she had always liked Datura, and she had always gotten along well with her. Spending more time with the little female would not be a burden, nor would it be unpleasant. That is, if they ran into no issues. She also had no intention of sharing herself with the males of the pack. She would not only be defending her own body, but also that of the female that belonged to their alpha.

Goliath, that was another up-side to this plan. From what she knew about Datura, she had been claimed by their powerful leader. Should another male fill her with pups, she had no doubt that Goliath would be furious. If she were responsible for protecting Datura and keeping her safe from such a fate, perhaps the leader would be more inclined to consider her desire for the rank of Warrior within Kairos. She had been accepted by the beta as a subordinate, no higher or any different than any other female within their ranks. But she wanted more, no, she deserved more. Here was a chance for her to prove that. She finally returned her head to a normal position, her yellow eyes brightening slightly as she focused on Datura's face once more. "I will gladly defend you from their advances." She said, once again offering a small smile to the other female. It was rare for another to receive such affection from the masked female, but this little wolf was the only one that Xena felt she could even somewhat get along with and enjoy the company of.

For now, they were safe, therefore there was little reason for the newly appointed guardian to be alert and worried about others. She knew that this place was not frequented by the other pack wolves, plus it would be simple to defend the other wolf near her should a male find their way inside. And, on top of it all, it did not appear that Datura had yet entered her heat. For the time being, Xena's task would be simple. Once the small female decided to descend upon the pack and perhaps socialize further with others, then the masked wolf would have her work cut out for her. She inhaled slowly, following the act with an exhale as she allowed her muscles to loosen and relax slowly. She was calm and collected here with Datura, and though it was rare for others to see her disgruntled or in chaos, it could happen occasionally. Today had been a good day, and with any luck, the rest of the season would be much better than she had originally expected it to be.

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Her head dipped in an appreciative gesture when her offer was accepted. ”The others are on their own,” she commented with the hint of amusement in her normally solemn voice, hinting at the maternal fates awaiting many of their fellow females. The sound of her voice carried through the cavernous spaces to echo off of its ancient, water-worn walls. ”There are enough hunters around now to sate the appetites of the warriors – if such a thing is possible.” Her eyes rolled as she spoke, cognizant of the fact that males were seldom satisfied, whether the goal was prestige and power, or to feel a warm mass beneath their hindquarters that they could coerce or force to participate. Brutes were insufferable most of the time, but it was the big boys who called the shots on Anikira. It was a male’s world, and the other half was left to take what they could grab for themselves.

Datura had no desire to mingle with her cohorts for the present, with the exception of their alpha. Her patience had worn thin months ago, leaving her flustered and aggravated. Xena would, at the very least, make for a fine distraction. She wanted to think of something, anything other than Goliath. ”I suppose Kairos will change in the coming months, when the season for births comes, bringing with it new females for the hunting party, and more warriors. With so many new mouths to feed, I imagine we will need more extensive territories. Sometimes, I wish that I had the build of a warrior, as you do, so that I may be there to see it all for myself. To fight, to taste the thrill of victory – but I will have to be satisfied living vicariously through you and through my future sons. My place is here, on Ina’mos.”


Datura was not usually the type to blather on just to hear her own voice. Xena was not much of a captivating conversationalist, either, but while others could be intimidated by her size and her silence, they were traits that Datura appreciated in a female. She was respectful, and she was working to earn her spot within the pack. The smaller she-wolf’s experiences with other females would not be as smooth, but at least there was Xena, courteous and dutiful. Unwilling to discuss her own past, Datura made a habit out of leaving personal histories where they belonged. She did not question others of their origins. Too many were bogged down by the memories that remained of dead relatives, lost love, or whatever else could afflict a wolf. All of these were inevitable. Datura did not dwell – not when the future had so much potential for those willing to work for it. The past either made a wolf stronger in spite of it, or weaker because of it. Datura preferred the former option.

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The large masked female listened silently to the other wolf's words, and though she had was enjoying the conversation, she was finding her ability to keep the words flowing ebbing. It was true, she was not a very talkative wolf, though with Datura it was a bit easier to manage than with others. In fact, she had only met a couple other wolves in their pack, and their interactions had not been very long or drawn out. Instead, they had been mere greetings and minimal conversations before she entered officially as a Kairos pack member. After that, she had taken to wandering off on her own to practice and further hone her skills in hopes of earning the Warrior position in the near future. Then again, she had yet to meet the alpha. She sat silently for a while, watching Datura and allowing her to speak, something that she knew was not a very common thing for the smaller wolf. But, she was glad that her friend was comfortable enough with her to be so open and social, even though she herself was beginning to tire of the effort of talking.

"With any luck, we won't have any problems with the males of Kairos. Then again, I have only met Titan briefly. The others, I know very little about." She said, glancing towards the cave entrance and finally pushing herself up onto her feet. The day was wearing on, and though she would be perfectly capable of sleeping in the wet cavern if the necessity arose, her stomach would not allow her peace until she went hunting. At least for something small. She stretched lazily, arching her back downwards as she stretched her paws out in front of her and stuck her hindquarters up behind her. Then she leaned forward, repeating the process in the opposite direction with her head up and her back legs stretching out behind her. With a soft yawn and a brief and gentle shake of her fur, the female rose to her full height, looking down at the smaller wolf and tilting her head slightly. "Care to join me on a quick hunt for a small snack or two?" She asked, licking her lips a few times and resisting the urge to yawn lazily once more.

Today had been a good day, and although it was not over yet, she honestly could not think of too much that could go wrong. Plus, now that she was protecting Datura from the other males, maybe she could earn more favor with Goliath. Not that she wished to use her friend to get herself the warrior position, but she doubted that her protection would hurt her chances of earning it with her abilities. After all, protecting not only Datura, but herself, during their heats would not be an easy feat. If she was lucky, she would get through it unscathed. But then again, where was the fun in making it through life without a few bumps and bruises? She smiled slightly at the thought, waiting patiently for the other female's response as she let her eyes wander back towards the entrance of the cave. The sky was darkening ever so slightly, but they still had plenty of time to hunt and enjoy their meals before darkness completely overtook the Island. The days ahead would prove to be interesting and possibly dangerous, but the powerful mottled female looked forward to each and every moment of it.

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