obligation {Hacathra}

Hyperion
Kairos Pack

Posts: 253
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.proboards.com/thread/10233/mixed-wolf-hyperion-update-15
Date of Birth: May 7th, 2015
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 245 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey
Eye Color: Green
Language: 2
Violence: 2
Sexual Content: 2

obligation {Hacathra} Dec 25, 2017 10:33:09 GMT -6

Post by Hyperion on Dec 25, 2017 10:33:09 GMT -6

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[attr="class","pltxt"] Hyperion was walking along the sands, wondering if his brother was purposefully avoiding him. Beleth had been his main target upon trekking to Vor'asa, but his absence left the Emperor with the chance to visit with pack mates. Despite all of his duties he likes to spend time getting to know those wolves who has put their faith in him. One particular individual came to mind, an Isles femme who was still a recent addition to Kairos. She has come here with her companion and had met with a less than welcoming Emperor. Hyperion could admit he held some prejudice towards them, but he had good reason for it. His first interactions with their species had been Lily, a foul female that as left a bitter taste in his mouth. Of course Hacathra had proved that she was different. She had remained amongst Kairos and had proved her loyalty. While he did not regret his skepticism of her he did feel the need to make things right. Hacathra was no longer an Isles wolf in his eyes, she had proved herself a true Kairos wolf. Taking a deep breath he continued walking, gathering sand between his toes with each step.

Her scent was here somewhere, leading him to her. It didn't surprise him that she had remained here in Vor'asa, far away from him. Approaching her carefully he made sure to keep his demeanor open. He didn't want her to feel as though she had to be careful around him. As far as he knew she had done nothing but work hard to integrate herself here. That was all he could ever ask of her. Noticing her strange pelt across the landscape he moved faster, trotting easily across the desert. When he was close enough to call out with ease he greeted her, hoping this meeting would go better than their last. "Hello, Hacathra. Are you enjoying Kairos?" It was a frivolous question, but he knew not how to start the conversation otherwise.

Hacathra

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Hacathra
Kairos Pack

Posts: 57
OOC Name: Rosalina
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/1337/hacathra-isles-wolf
Date of Birth: May 6th, 2014
Gender: Female
Breed: Isle
Height: 35''
Weight: 145 pounds
Coat Color: Seal Point
Eye Color: Diluted green
Language: 2
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 1

obligation {Hacathra} Jan 18, 2018 0:12:54 GMT -6

Post by Hacathra on Jan 18, 2018 0:12:54 GMT -6

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It was no secret that Hacathra had been avoiding the mainland, where Hyperion and most of the other higher-ranking wolves in Kairos dwelled. She knew she could not help their disdain towards her, but it rankled her to think that they could still look at her with such distaste in their eyes even months after she had joined their ranks and proved that she was a worthy member, and utter lack of an ability to keep the biting words that she wanted to direct towards them to herself had lead to her distancing herself from them. Especially Hyperion. The royal brat, the one who doubted her more than anyone else within Kairos, the one who had sent his higher-ups to chaperone her like some kind of child and who had put numerous obstacles in her way to try and prevent her from making a name for herself within Kairos. Her hatred of him had burned hot and fierce at first, and had it not been for Tierney's comforting presence Hacathra was sure that she would have flung herself at the Emperor out of sheer rage upon their first meeting.

But her anger had cooled, eventually. Due to the advice of Roka and a few other Kairos wolves that she had managed to run into, Hacathra had finally stopped caring so much about what the other members of the pack thought of her- it was up to her to be the best Kairos member that she could be, not to change people's opinions of her or force them to have some form of approval towards her. And it seemed that Hyperion had changed his tune too, if him actively trying to seek her out in recent times was any indication. At first, the Isles female had ignored him, or else actively avoided him. She wasn't quite sure what he had to say to her, what he could possibly do that would make the smallest inkling of distaste that she still held towards him finally dissipate. What she could possibly say to him to try and bridge the gap that had inadvertently been built between them.

Eventually she'd gotten over that fear, however- this was not Eroan, who would snap at her and take his frustration out on her for anything he saw as even a minor offense. His flaws be damned, Hyperion was still more of a reasonable leader than Eroan ever would have been. Hyperion was not mad with power. Hyperion did not involve himself in wars over something as frivolous as heritage. And Hyperion certainly was not interested in going after completely innocent wolves simply because of an old feud. He had given her and Tierney a home when no one else on Anikira would, no matter how clearly hesitant towards the idea he had been at first, had given them a chance to support a worthy cause once more. She supposed she had to be somewhat grateful towards him, despite her initial misgivings.

So it was that she let him approach her that day, her posture no longer stiffening whenever Hyperion came into close contact with her. As he asked how she liked Kairos, she sighed softly, staring out over the ocean for a moment as she debated over what to say. "It is...different. If you had told me a year ago that I would leave my home and my family behind to journey to a new land, I would have laughed in your face. The lands here are strange. The wolves who inhabit them even more so. But...I can't say that I dislike it." She turned towards him then, meeting his green gaze with her own. "I had thought that I might never feel at home here, but...the lands that Kairos call home are truly inspiring. I am glad to be able to dedicate myself to this cause. And I would like to be on good terms with you, despite our shaky start-"

Hacathra stopped, then. A scent had blown to her on the wind- faint, but so distinct that it might as well have been the scent of one of her own siblings. Scarcely daring to breath, scarcely daring to inhale the scent again for fear that it might disappear as soon as she made any sort of action, she instead sat still, hardly believing that the owner of the scent had come back to them once more. "Tell me that I am not imagining things," she whispered out, almost more to herself than to her Emperor. "Tell me that you have smelled her too-" How many nights had she spent longing for the owner of that distinct scent to return? How many nights had she mourned over the apparent loss of her friend, the loss of the only one who could claim to understand how out of place she felt among the ranks of Kairos? She had accepted the fact that Tierney had disappeared long ago, that she would likely never return, but now she was here and she was safe-

Before the seal-pointed female even realized what she was doing, she was moving away from Hyperion and further into the dunes, her ears pricked and her nostrils flaring to try and pick up any more traces of her old friend's presence. "Tierney," she whispered, the sound coming out soft and wavering before she was able to collect herself. "Tierney!"

Word Count: 907
Playmates: Hyperion, Tierney
Other: BACKSTREET'S BACK ALL RIGHT ~~also sorry it took me so long to reply to this I'm trash~~

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HAC-ka-thraa
Six years | Female | Isles Wolf | Kairos Sentinel

Tierney
Loner

Bastard daughter of a fallen god

Posts: 52
OOC Name: Inksinger
Biography: http://anikira.com/post/5812/thread
Date of Birth: February 17, 2015
Gender: Female
Breed: Isle
Height: 36 inches
Weight: 137 lbs
Coat Color: Grey Point
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 1

obligation {Hacathra} Jan 18, 2018 0:58:47 GMT -6

Post by Tierney on Jan 18, 2018 0:58:47 GMT -6

She had wandered again - restless, full of hot meat and fresh water but not at all made weary for it. Her paws itched. Her limbs and tail threatened at every step to tremble with an excitement she could not have kept contained when last she stood upon Anikiran soil. Something was still missing. Something was still stirred in her with each breeze, like an ember stoked until it nearly blazed with the scent of brine and seagrass and--

She stopped and chuckled - a low, rasping sound, so foreign to her own ears that it nearly startled her.

Of course. The ocean. Had she not been bred and raised within an island kingdom? There had been only shallow water in small tin pans to drink during her captivity; she had not felt the gentle tug of the ocean at her fur in... weeks. Months, perhaps. The wretched days and nights of her imprisonment had blended together into one great blur of bloodshed.

Her paws found their water of their own accord, and without truly knowing or caring where she was heading now she waded in... and waited.

She did not wait long: The next tide swept her gently up and pulled her away from the shoreline.

She was not surprised that she still knew how to swim. She was an ocean wolf; seawater drenched the very marrow of her bones. Her legs churned smoothly through the water, strong and graceful in their weightlessness. The muscles through her back rippled with movement.

For a moment, something like a sense of peace washed through her. Had she ever known peace?

Land soon came into view. Her heart dragged her away from the sandy shoreline, but she had long learned restraint. She could not be the child her heart still wished she could be. She had done too much. She had survived too much. Children did not win battles in the ring.

Wet sand squelched beneath her paws - too much like blood-soaked clay. She shook the ocean reluctantly from her fur and trotted away from the water's edge, knowing movement was the best way to distract herself from feeling too deeply. Feeling led to sentiment. Sentiment led to punishment.

This place was new to her. Dominated by sand and small, hardy shrubs, it was only the scent and the proximity of this new island to the ocean that kept her hackles from twitching against her rigid control. This place was too much like the sandy desert where she and so many others had known torment at the hands of two-legged beasts. She would cross it quickly and be away again, back to Ina'mos--

The wind shifted.

Her nose twitched with the touch of a familiar, half-forgotten scent - not carried from the source itself, but from the ground before her. Tierney lowered her head and sniffed carefully at the loose soil underfoot.

Hacathra.

She was still alive? Tierney cast about through her memories, eyes staring ahead in the direction her pack mate's scent seemed to lead. Yes, she supposed Hacathra would still be alive. There had been no great battle or tumult that should have threatened the chocolate-furred woman's life...

Tierney was following the scent trail even as her mind seemed to sputter about with this new information. Hacathra was alive. Hacathra was here. She was alive and here--

The wind blew at Tierney's back, blew her scent onwards ahead of her as she moved at a careful, prowling trot. This must be part of the territory claimed by Kairos - but did that protect Tierney, gone for so long as she had been? Caution, wretched caution, or else she would not live to see--

Her.

Tierney stumbled for the first time since her awakening upon Ina'mos. There, coming towards her, following the wind - Hacathra was there.

Somewhere in the cosmos, something that had long been jarred loose slid backwards and returned once more to its proper place.

"Hacathra." Her voice was dry, unused to speaking at the volume she pushed it towards now. She did not speak in the pit - only roared and barked and snarled and, on occasion, murmured words of empty praise or comfort as her opponents lay bleeding out beneath her.

She had raced towards the other she-wolf quite before she realized it - but came to a hard, practiced stop just before she might have wound herself about the other woman. Her body betrayed her, trembling with instincts that had been beaten into her during her captivity.

In that pause, she saw the one she had once called Emperor. Hyperion - Emperor still, surely, but would he lower himself to command one as wretched as Tierney had become? Again her body trembled with the inkling that he might be another wolf she would have to kill; she forced herself still again and dipped her head to him mechanically.

"...Emperor," she rasped. "I... It has been long."

notes: ~~Shows up late with Starbucks and party shades.~~

tagged: Hyperion, Hacathra

word count: 813

Hyperion
Kairos Pack

Posts: 253
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.proboards.com/thread/10233/mixed-wolf-hyperion-update-15
Date of Birth: May 7th, 2015
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 245 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey
Eye Color: Green
Language: 2
Violence: 2
Sexual Content: 2

obligation {Hacathra} Mar 9, 2018 22:22:28 GMT -6

Post by Hyperion on Mar 9, 2018 22:22:28 GMT -6

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[attr="class","pltxt"] Hyperion listened intently to Hacathra's opinions to living within Kairos, but all too soon the tide of the conversation shifted. Hacathra was distracted for a moment before she finally turned from him, the name Tierney spilling from her lips. She had arrived with Hacathra when they had first come to Kairos, but the mysterious female had disappeared before too long. He had assumed she was like so many others who could not stomach life in Kairos. He stood back and waited as the two females greeted one another. They knew each other much better than they did him so he would allow them their moments of reunion. In truth he was a little envious that Hacathra and Tierney were fortunate enough to have some kind of reunion.

Over the years he had lost many siblings, all of them striking out on new paths that led away from him. Some had even passed on in search of their true destiny in life. None of them had ever returned to him, not even his lost mate had returned to him. Bitter jealousy was quick to rear it's head but he was quick to force it down. He was determined to be happy for the pair, especially since they were a part of his pack. The male spent so much of his time working for the benefit of his pack that it was no wonder he had no life outside of that.

It was no doubt a comfort for the pair to know that they were together at last, the two sharing so much past in the Isles. Thing that no wolf from Kairos would ever understand. Just as they could not fathom the history of Kairos the way that he did. The male felt like he was intruding on a deeply personal moment, but he could not drag himself. He wished to know where Tierney had been. Questions burst forth from his mind but they remained unuttered. There would be time for him to figure out what had happened, for now he could be content that she had returned. Especially for Hacathra's sake. Perhaps her close friend would be able to make her place within Kairos more pronounced.

"Welcome back, Tierney. It has been far too long."

Tierney Hacathra
OOC: AWK third wheel = Hyperion

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Hacathra
Kairos Pack

Posts: 57
OOC Name: Rosalina
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/1337/hacathra-isles-wolf
Date of Birth: May 6th, 2014
Gender: Female
Breed: Isle
Height: 35''
Weight: 145 pounds
Coat Color: Seal Point
Eye Color: Diluted green
Language: 2
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 1

obligation {Hacathra} Jul 16, 2018 22:23:12 GMT -6

Post by Hacathra on Jul 16, 2018 22:23:12 GMT -6

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For a moment Hacathra simply stood there, scarcely daring to hope that Tierney had returned, scarcely able to keep her limbs from trembling and her breath from shortening in her throat as she stood there and wished above all else that she had some evidence to prove that her senses weren't deceiving her. She hadn't seen her grey-pointed friend in many months, enough that she'd honestly wondered whether Tierney still existed among the ranks of Kairos, was still safe and alive somewhere instead of being reduced to a limp carcass lying in a ditch. The loss of one of her closest friends had pained her, as the deaths of her mother and siblings had pained her, but Hacathra had forced herself to move on, to not let the pain consume her as it had with the deaths of her family.

But Tierney was her family, the closest thing that she'd had to one in quite some time. And if her old friend was actually here, and not just a figment of her imagination conjured up by her distant hope that Tierney was still alive somewhere, still thriving, and carrying on in spite of the odds being placed against her-

Hacathra didn't have to wonder for much longer. The eerily familiar form crested the hill then, and the seal-pointed female's breath caught in her throat, wheezing and desperate and lodging itself there no matter how frantically she tried to work the sudden knot that had formed in her gut loose. She heard one weak word- one exhalation of her name, and gods, Tierney's voice had never sounded so quivering and fragile before, what had happened to her- and before Hacathra could even comprehend what was happening a choked sob was escaping her throat, her green eyes glimmering with unshed tears as her friend, her comrade, her soul came racing towards her. "Tierney!"

Even as Tierney stopped in front of her, just short of actually touching her (almost as if she were afraid of what kind of consequences bringing herself into contact with another wolf would have), even as Hacathra saw the new scars decorating her pelt and wondered just what had happened to allow her to be dragged away from the ranks of Kairos for so long, Hacathra could not bring herself to feel distressed over the situation, not when the other half of her soul was standing before her, actually here and not just some phantom conjured up by the more reminiscent part of her mind. Hacathra longed to ask Tierney the questions that were dancing on the tip of her tongue- what happened to you, did anyone hurt you, why did you leave are you okay are you safe- longed to go to the grey-pointed female and bury her nose in her fur and inhale that achingly familiar scent, but indecision over whether Tierney would allow her to do so and the emotions flooding through her kept the seal-pointed female firmly rooted in place, even as Hyperion stepped up for her.

He welcomed Tierney casually enough, but Hacathra could not help but wonder if her friend would be allowed to rejoin the ranks of Kairos after so long of an absence, if she would be allowed to integrate back into the society that she had been taken from for so long. She scarcely knew whether the other female had left of her own volition or not, scarcely knew what had caused Tierney to leave in the first place (and she wasn't about to start dragging details out of her friend when the grey-point looked so down-trodden and miserable), but if Hyperion would not accept her back into the pack...she could scarcely imagine where they would go from here. She stepped up for a moment, uncertain whether she should challenge Hyperion if he had already made up his mind, unsure if she should even try to defend Tierney, and the way her voice shook as she forced out her words betrayed her nerves.

"Emperor. Will she...will she be allowed to stay?" she questioned, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Whatever your decision is, I will respect it, but...she is clearly in no condition to travel any farther." The look in her eyes would hopefully convey what words would not as she stared up at Hyperion- that wherever Tierney went, she fully intended to go too. They had stuck by each other's sides when none of the other wolves within Foeir would, and that kind of loyalty was not something that Hacathra could easily forsake. She loved life in Kairos after the shaky start that she had received, but if there was no longer a place for Tierney within it she would follow her friend to whatever the next chapter in their lives was, follow her to a new place that they might be able to call home.

They would adapt, and survive. It was what they had always done, and now they would do it together.

Word Count: 842
Playmates: Hyperion, Tierney
Other: This is trash and I'm trash for making you guys wait this long for an actual reply ~~but look at this sexy new table tho~~

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HAC-ka-thraa
Six years | Female | Isles Wolf | Kairos Sentinel

Tierney
Loner

Bastard daughter of a fallen god

Posts: 52
OOC Name: Inksinger
Biography: http://anikira.com/post/5812/thread
Date of Birth: February 17, 2015
Gender: Female
Breed: Isle
Height: 36 inches
Weight: 137 lbs
Coat Color: Grey Point
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 1

obligation {Hacathra} Jul 17, 2018 0:47:58 GMT -6

Post by Tierney on Jul 17, 2018 0:47:58 GMT -6

Hacathra was… torn. Or seemed to be. Tierney marked confusion and hesitation in the lines of her body and the lights of her eyes, and knew her own behavior was the likeliest source of that. Nothing else here should throw the other Isles wolf so badly off center - not the presence of the Emperor, who would do as he saw fit with Tierney and expect Hacathra to accept and go along with it, and certainly not the location surrounding them.

Once more, Tierney felt the slightest tug of memory against her iron-strong control. In another lifetime, she would have wound herself about Hacathra, or at the very least stepped over to stand at her side before Hyperion. There was a niggling desire to do so now… but she quashed it, and remained rooted to her place as she turned again to regard the Emperor.

Hacathra spoke before Tierney could find the words, and irritation tinged the flicker of surprise her words aroused in the silver female. Now she did take a step towards Hacathra - mechanical, slow, without aggression but not wholly without intent - and rather than address the Emperor, she spoke first to her comrade.

"Enough, Hacathra," she murmured, and her tone was low and steady and soft only at the very edges of her every word. "I would speak for myself."

She turned again to Hyperion, raising her head as far as could be allowed without challenging his rank or authority as she said, "I apologize for my absence, Emperor. There is little excuse for it; the ocean swept me away during a storm, and I was too arrogant to heed the signs and move inland before it could happen. I was washed upon a shore I did not recognize, and prevented from attempting to return."

Her muzzle dipped down and to the side as she continued, "I do not know how or why I came to return, let alone to Kairos lands. As far as I can recall, I was not in a position to have escaped under my own power.” She paused, thinking for a moment worth a frown as another, dimmer memory occurred to her. “I have heard that the wolves native to Anikira found themselves on the Southern Isles under similar circumstances; perhaps whatever brought your kind to us chose also to bring me back to Anikira."

A slight shake of her head; then she bowed once more to Hyperion and said, "I could not have escaped once I was imprisoned, but I should never have allowed myself to be swept away to begin with. I would request reentry into the pack - but I have already failed it, and you, once. If you would send me away, or have me imprisoned or killed, I will submit myself to your judgment, Emperor."

Notes: Kick me into the sun.
Tagged: Hyperion , Hacathra
Word Count: 466

Last Edit: Jul 17, 2018 0:49:16 GMT -6 by Tierney

Hyperion
Kairos Pack

Posts: 253
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.proboards.com/thread/10233/mixed-wolf-hyperion-update-15
Date of Birth: May 7th, 2015
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 245 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey
Eye Color: Green
Language: 2
Violence: 2
Sexual Content: 2

obligation {Hacathra} Jul 24, 2018 16:25:05 GMT -6

Post by Hyperion on Jul 24, 2018 16:25:05 GMT -6

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[attr="class","pltxt"] Both of the females seemed a little frantic about whether or not Hyperion would allow Tierney to remain within the ranks of Kairos. A part of him wanted to anger at their lack of faith in him, but he had to remind himself that they were too different then the rest of them. Not only were they not of Anikira they also knew nothing other than the leadership of Eroan. His time with Lily had made him understand how broken all of the isles wolves were. So instead of angering at the lack of faith each female had in him he just gave an exhausted sigh. At every turn it seemed as though he had to fight the doubt and hostility that everyone felt towards Kairos. The legacy left behind by his father and grandfather had painted them as brutal and bloodthirsty warriors. While that wasn't particularly false there was a unity within the pack.

Once a member of Kairos always a member of Kairos, at least as long as you didn't betray your people. It wasn't Tierney's fault that she had been swept away and imprisoned by the storm. So he would not punish her for events that were far beyond her control. "Hacathra, Tierney, I want you to understand something about me and about Kairos. I know that you didn't have the best circumstances in your homeland, but I thought you had both been here long enough for me to earn at least a little of your trust. I am not the kind of leader who would throw you away because of things beyond your control. You are both members of Kairos and that means this is your home as long as you want it."

He was sick of people toeing around him in suspense wondering if he would kick them out of their home. He wasn't that kind of person, but he knew that his mother was right. Only time and action would teach these skittish females that they belonged here just as much as the other wolves of Kairos. They had proved themselves loyal which meant more than blood ever could.

Hacathra Tierney

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Hacathra
Kairos Pack

Posts: 57
OOC Name: Rosalina
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/1337/hacathra-isles-wolf
Date of Birth: May 6th, 2014
Gender: Female
Breed: Isle
Height: 35''
Weight: 145 pounds
Coat Color: Seal Point
Eye Color: Diluted green
Language: 2
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 1

obligation {Hacathra} Aug 8, 2018 21:13:45 GMT -6

Post by Hacathra on Aug 8, 2018 21:13:45 GMT -6

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Hacathra couldn't help but wince slightly at Tierney's reprimand, her gaze lowering as she mentally reprimanded herself- Tierney had always hated when other wolves tried to speak for her, and though she was one of the grey point's closest friends she was sure that she was no exception to the rule. She should have let her confidant take control of the situation and explain herself rather than nearly driving herself into a hysterical state trying to defend Tierney's honor (no matter how little of it remained) in the potential face of Hyperion's wrath. But as Tierney spoke, telling of being swept away by a storm- the similarities to how the Anikiran wolves had arrived on the Isles so long ago were not missed by Hacathra, though she tried her best to keep her thoughts to herself as she listened- and being prevented from returning, submitting herself to Hyperion's judgement, the seal point became worried again, drawing nearer to Tierney so that she might be able to gain some semblance of confidence from the other female's presence.

Eroan had not taken kindly to such failures, when they had been under his rule, and surely Hyperion would be no different. Given his distaste towards the Isles wolves when they had arrived and all the hoops that the two of them had had to jump through in order to win his favor, she could hardly expect him to look upon Tierney's disappearance with much in the way of understanding or happiness, and knowing the punishments that Eroan had inflicted upon anyone who even dared to stray too far over the war borders left her petrified of whatever was coming next, afraid for both Tierney's safety and her own-

But Hyperion was not Eroan, as he was quick to remind them in no uncertain terms. Letting out a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Hacathra at least had the decency to look appropriately cowed as the Emperor borderline scolded them for thinking in such a way, ears flattening against her skull as shame flooded through her system. She knew that Hyperion was a fair leader- had known it since she had joined Kairos, though said knowledge had been hidden under her disdain towards him for quite some time. That she could have relapsed into the way that she had been under Eroan's rule, behaving and preforming as the perfect soldier in an attempt to avoid bringing some form of wrath down upon her head, was nothing short of shameful to her, and it showed in the way her words were no longer quite as frenzied as she spoke. "I apologize, Emperor. I had not heard anything of how potential deserters were treated in Kairos, and my fear over Tierney's safety got the best of me. I realize that you are not Eroan, nor will you ever be. But it is still...hard for me to get over the feeling of being an outsider upon these lands. Perhaps it will never truly go away."

A pause, and then she was continuing. "I should not have doubted you. I apologize." Her green gaze flickered to Tierney then, studying her frame for any sign of injury as her voice grew soft. "Do you feel well enough to travel back to the mainland? If...if you were harmed at all-" The thought of other wolves hurting Tierney, hurting the one that she could count on the most, was almost enough to bring angry tears springing into Hacathra's vision, but she blinked them away before they could materialize. She had to be the strong one in this situation now, be her friend's shoulder to lean on in what seemed to be a very uncertain time. It was the least she could do, after all that had transpired between them.

Word Count: 647
Playmates: Hyperion, Tierney
Other: My Hacathra muse is still poopy but here [flings this at you guys]

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HAC-ka-thraa
Six years | Female | Isles Wolf | Kairos Sentinel

Tierney
Loner

Bastard daughter of a fallen god

Posts: 52
OOC Name: Inksinger
Biography: http://anikira.com/post/5812/thread
Date of Birth: February 17, 2015
Gender: Female
Breed: Isle
Height: 36 inches
Weight: 137 lbs
Coat Color: Grey Point
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 1

obligation {Hacathra} Nov 21, 2018 15:03:23 GMT -6

Post by Tierney on Nov 21, 2018 15:03:23 GMT -6

In another lifetime, Tierney was certain she would have found herself floundering at the words the Emperor spoke unto the two of them. She remembered well the old regime under her father, the fallen god Eroan. Those believed to be too weak to fight, too careless to heal, or too volatile to trust had seldom lasted long within the ranks of Foeir; much of her own hardening had come in the form of proving time and again that she was brave and strong and loyal above all else, especially in the first few months after her golden-furred brother had fled into enemy lands. An absence as sudden and prolonged as hers would have been met with the teeth and claws of the Harbinger's most trusted killers, likely even before any explanation could be offered.

The Tierney of another lifetime would have been left flabbergasted by the stark difference between Hyperion and Eroan - but that Tierney had died, just as she had died in combat against the monsters stalking the Isles’ burial lands. Instead of stuttering and scrambling to backpedal, Tierney simply dipped her head as Hacathra did, although her ears did not flatten as thoroughly as her counterpart’s, and no sense of shame flooded through her limbs. There was little to be ashamed of in the error she had made, and little to be gained from wallowing in shame now that she had received a reprimand the Emperor deemed suited to her infraction. Humiliation was a trapping of cowards, and cowards died hard and early.

“I apologize, Emperor,” she rasped. “I will not make the same mistake again.”

That was enough, surely. What would grovelling do but further irritate Hyperion, or further disgrace Tierney herself? She didn't hold Hacathra's behavior against the other woman, but neither could she bring herself so low as to beg forgiveness when it had already been made clear that such behavior was unnecessary.

She could feel Hacathra's eyes on her, and turned her attention at last to her fellow Isles wolf as the seal point she-wolf asked after her condition. Something very much like irritation flickered through her ass the thought occurred that Havathra was missing her; that said, the feeling was gentler in its realization than any ire Tierney had experienced in recent months, and so she held herself back from snapping in response to the other woman's words - though she could still feel the telltale prickle of her fur beginning to spike, and took a breath to flatten it again.

“I am not injured,” she said. She was conscious of her scars, of her thinness - more conscious now than she had been before. “And I should be able to return to the mainland.”

Short sentences. Speak only what must be spoken, and save as much breath as could be saved for the battle that may come.

But Hacathra was no enemy.

Another old, old memory tugged at her, insistent and soft. Hacathra was a friend - and friends, if she recalled correctly, deserved better handling by far than strangers doomed to die upon the floor of an arena.

She disliked the notion that Hacathra seemed to see fit to coddle her, just at this moment - but she disliked the thought of causing the woman further harm even more.

“I would be grateful for your company, though,” she said, dipping her head again and fighting against the old, stubborn habit of falling into monotone when her emotions ran high. “It has been a long last few days.”

notes: Tierney you be nice to Hacathra right the balls now or I swear to God--

tagged: Hyperion, Hacathra

word count: 582