In Plain Sight [Hyperion]

[attr="class","pltxt"]Lily felt herself still at Hyperion's words. Reason in the face of anger. A levelheaded reaction in the face of the isles femme that had always prided herself on her poise and elegance, now falling apart in front of him. What a sight was she; her walls finally crumbling after years of protecting herself from everyone around her. She did not blame him for anything that had happened. She was not trying to blame him. "You still do not understand," she breathed, no malice in her words any longer.

The femme took a few shy steps forward towards the male, her lilac eyes timid as a newborn pup, as if unsure how her actions would be received at this point. No longer did she see the angry pup that had acted with such reckless abandon back in her home lands. No, this was an alpha, pure and simple. He was acting with reason and logic when she was flying off the handle at him. He was acting the way that tried to carry herself; he managed to get under her pelt in every way imaginable. She supposed it was true what they said; there is a fine line between love and hate.

"Hyperion, I don't blame you for what has happened to me," she spoke meekly, her eyes dropping slightly to the edges of her paws. "I hate that you have everything that I ever wanted. All that I ever wanted... was my mother back." The tears that glimmered in her eyes were genuine; gone was the attempts to deceive or tear him down. She was still angry with him, but there was no way that she could look him in the eye and lie again. He was being honest with her, and it was the least she could do. She had entered his lands and intruded on his life again, purely out of spite.

"I don't claim to have done everything for you only and specifically, Hyperion. But I certainly would not have done it for Typhon," she murmured to him, taking her chances once more to look him directly in the eyes, taking another timid step towards the brute before wordlessly pressing her nose to the brute's neck, pausing to allow him a moment to pull back if he chose to before leaning in to inhale his scent. She had missed this. As much as she wanted to beat him into the ground and trample him, he smelled of home. He was a constant. And as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted something more than wandering aimlessly for the rest of her life.

"I want a home. I want a life here, with you," she whispered to him, not brave enough to lend her full voice to the words for fear that he might hear them and rebuke her once more.

[attr="class","pltxt"]In the back of her mind, Lily wondered how he could so easily accept her for what she was. She was broken and, once free from the hazy situation the two had found themselves in, the femme would likely revert to at least some of her previous behavior. But somehow, knowing that Hyperion was on her side was a comfort to her. He was still little more than a pup, and yet he had grown up so much in a short period of time that she could not help but see him in a different light. She felt herself seize up at the affectionate lick from the brute, unfamiliar with the physical affection. It had been years since the last time someone had done that to her. It had been her mother, and then it had been her responsibility to nurture Caliph in the way that Syndra had nurtured her. She never had the chance to seek out that affection from others; she had always been promised to Caliph.

It was liberating to think that maybe, just maybe, there could be something for her here. There was so much bad blood between the two wolves, but Lily could not bring herself to care right now. He wanted her, broken pieces and all. The fact that, for one time in her life, somebody wanted her around without any strings attached, was the most liberating thing the isles femme had ever felt. She brought nothing with her but herself. She made no promises of grand armies or strength for Hyperion's pack, and yet he still wanted her. She was nothing here. And yet somehow, she was something to him.

The femme found herself looking at the younger male with a new respect, a more affectionate sheen in her eyes as she gazed up at him wordless in response before nuzzling into him and licking his cheek in return. A calming sigh escaped her muzzle, her body weight resting gently against him as she reveled in the fact that he did not completely push her away.

At the mention of other isles wolves in Kairos, the femme's brow rose in surprise. She found it interesting that any of her kind would settle among the wolves of Anikira, but she supposed it was only a matter of time. What shocked her most were the names of the wolves that had settled here. "A'ia is a bit younger than myself, as is Hacathra," she said softly, her eyes falling as she spoke. "They were both of Foeir as well. I was never very nice to them. I do not know if they will be pleased to see me, Hyp. And Tierney..." she sighed. She supposed the brute would find out sooner rather than later. "Tierney is my half-sister."

The words hung without response in the air for quite some time, but Hyperion did not move to shoo her away or speak ill of her. He knew what she was, and what she had been. For anyone to believe that she was completely likable, they would have had to have been deaf and dumb. She was not a model femme by any stretch of the imagination, but she supposed she could put forward the effort to play nice with others if it meant that she did not wind up cast to the side once more. She simply wanted to be loved, and have someone to love. She could not say that she loved Hyperion, but somehow, she could see the possibility in her future. His patience with her was something that no one had afforded her before outside of her uncle. She was always the one having to control the situations around her, and now she would have an opportunity to take a deep breath and find her place in this new world.

As the pair sat in silence, Hyperion's movements to nuzzle along her shoulders and back elicited a quiet whine from the femme, her weight pressed readily against the brute in response to his silent question. Her lilac eyes turned to him, need searing in her retinas as she felt her breath become labored. This time, she did not believe he would turn her away. Lily knew that if she were to unite with the brute before her, there would be no turning back to her old life. And yet in that moment, she simply could not care about the old Lily being left behind.

[attr="class","pltxt"]There were not many things that Lily could say had left her speechless in this life. What had been a blatant attempt at terrorizing the male had turned into a declaration of affection and a newfound pack affiliation for her. The pair might not have been declared to each other out loud, but Lily was comfortable enough with the brute's touch. His presence completely overwhelmed her, hormones finally overtaking her entirely as the brute consumed her body. She could not stifle the pitiful whines that slipped from her muzzle as the brute invaded her body. A mixture of pain and pleasure; the brute was far larger than she could have even imagined, and yet the mixed feelings were all together welcomed. How was it that she could so quickly cast aside her hatred for the male? How had he managed to break down her walls and find herself so out of control of the situation.

As the male withdrew from her body, Lily cast a look his direction, an indescribable mixture of emotions cascading across her features. On one hand, she was pleasantly surprised with the brute's care and concern for her. At his question, she shook her head affirmatively, indicating that she was alright. Words refused to form. She was a basket of confusion in that moment. Part of her old nature screamed at her to flee from the male, to escape the situation all together. She fought against every bit of her nature, a piece of herself crying out to feel included for once in her life. Even back home, she had always been an outcast. Now, she felt included, but how long would it last? Would Hyperion grow tired of her presence now that she had submitted to him? A quiet sigh escaped her lips, her eyes turned warily back to the brute, as if wondering if he would storm off and leave her here. He did not have to stay for her.

"Where do we go from here?" she asked softly, her typically dominant nature fully vanished. Left in its place was an insecure femme, simply looking for guidance in a world she did not really understand.

[attr="class","pltxt"]It was almost as if Hyperion did not process that she had little connection to the others of her kind. Lily did not care about their actions in particular; each mention of them made her cringe slightly. It was not going to be an easy transition going into this with others from her faction around. She had been reduced to little more than a peasant in rank, and Lily was not particularly keen on facing any of them at the moment. She and A'ia never really had any problems, but she did not doubt that the interactions with Tierney and Hacathra would go less than stellar.

"I would sooner fight than hunt," she declared eventually, her wary eyes still settled on the male. Hyperion was an enigma to her, and she still had the urge to snap at the male, even after what they had just shared. "Do not presume that this means we will be the best of friends immediately, Hyperion," she warned cautiously. "I will not be reduced to a laughing stock or remain to be bullied into submission."

The isles femme mostly feared that Hyperion would use his "new" position as superior to her to his advantage. Lily would not outright defy the male in front of his pack, but she would not be a silent follower, simply following orders in the wake of the male's decisions. She was not a lacky, and it would be best that they sorted this out before she was introduced to any of the pack. "And I am not your whore," she almost choked out, the words catching in her throat as she looked away from the male. The word "home" made her sadder than she expected. She could not think of a single day that she had not longed to go home since she arrived here. She might have been able to call Kairos lands home now, but they were not home to her. Not yet. Hyperion had broken through to her, but Lily was still filled with more apprehension than she cared to admit to him. She could not be a quiet, sweet little female. She knew nothing about his pack, and that scared her in and of itself. It sounded as if they controlled a wide variety of territories, and that would help her if she felt cornered in any way. She would simply stay on the outskirts and stay out of the way of the others if needed.

What had she gotten herself into?