The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
[attr="class","post"] Home behind, and the world ahead.
The ghoulishly pale brute trudged eastward endlessly. His journey seemed to stretch ever onward, though he knew this was because he did not know when it would end. It ends when it ends, he reminded himself, squinting against the glare of the sun, and that’s when it will begin again.
The air changed from hot and humid to hot and dry as he travelled, his sickly pink eyes taking in the new vistas with pleasure. The scorched, geyser-riddled wasteland that connected the west to the rest of the island; the wet, seaside land of molten rock; the fucking desert.
Samson huge body heaved with exertion, the egg in his mouth blocked his tongue from letting of the heat it sorely needed to. An annoyed grunt left his maw, his eyes rolling skyward to glare at the midday sun. He had forgotten how ruthless it was, but the blissful payoff was that Samael’s presence was quiet and subdued. The static buzzing that the spirit seemed to radiate was minimal, too, and Samson thanked whatever other gods there were that. Samael. Fenrir. Miquiztli. It seemed like he’d brushed with far too many gods than any mortal should, but he knew from the knowledge that came with Samael’s residency that there were more, and infinite amount even. As long as wolves kept giving them names, they would continue to prosper and, consequently, bother Samson specifically.
The brute’s albino skin was far too sensitive to the blistering sun for him to continue forever. When a rare tree made its appearance, Samson huddled beneath its shade, placing his only possession carefully next to it. The relief was immediate, and he sighed happily, stretching across the cool sand and curling around his egg protectively. He peered at it thoughtfully, his odd brain conjuring the image of a chick inside that was both alive and dead, wriggling around like it sensed his presence. The dead-alive chick contained all of his futures in one tiny, rotting vessel. Goliath had never heeded his call to break it open, so Samson had hidden it. He’d not been interested in hearing his fate from anyone else, and now he wouldn’t let his father touch it for anything in the world. It was his. His own. Nobody else’s. And in a strange way, he felt as though he had raised it.
Sleep claimed him soon, and Samael swam around in his dreams languidly, though it was hard to tell if Samson had simply been thinking of him or if the spirit was permeating his unconscious thought. Not that it made much different, the dream was the same, similar to the ones he always had. Death. Rebirth. Parents. Siblings. Hunger. Power.
In this one, there was a new god. It was more powerful than all of the others, and Samael quivered at the site of it. Samson felt sure he would die, for it had already killed his siblings one by one, resurrected the gruesome face of his mother and stored it inside his egg, and then, finally, killing his father. It stood twice as tall as any mountain and emitted pure light, and when it turned its great, glowing eyes toward him, he felt fear unlike any he had experience in waking life. His breath froze in his mouth, and then:
Samson was looking down. He was twice as tall as any mountain and emitting pure light from his snow-white fur. A figure, as small as an ant, was beneath him, and though it was too small to see, he knew it was his father. Without thinking, Samson pressed a gigantic paw into the ground where he stood, and felt joy unlike anything he’d ever felt in his waking hours. The sound of crunching shell filled his ears, and the happiness crumbled apart in his mouth, turning to remorse and guilt as he realised that he’d mistaken his egg for his father, and shattered it to pieces.
He jolted awake, overheating and panicked, his eyes immediately seeking out the white egg that lay tucked up against his stomach. It was fine, but the anxiety lingered. Heat leaked from every pore, his pads and tongue practically on fire as he rolled away and stretched out to try and dispel the warmth. He needed water, but he doubted the desert would provide him with such luck. “Fuck.”
The voice rung clear in his ears, as clear as if it had been spoken aloud. There was no static, no smothering, just Samael. Shocked into action, Samson hauled his body from the desert’s clutch and picked his egg up once again between his jaws.
The spirit had not been so controlled for so long. Samson’s claustrophobia had caused him to cloud his thoughts and make him weak, but now he felt his strength returning to him.
Setting out with renewed vigour, Samson knew exactly where he needed to go. He had travelled to Xisyn once before, where Fenrir’s presence was strongest, and he had made the mistake of returning to Kairos. The land was a paradise to him, and it was there where he would build his empire, as big as the god in his dream. With Samael a source of strength rather than weakness, nothing could stop him.
The days passed quickly after that. The fire in his step pushed him harder than ever, reminding him of the encouragement he’d been given during the Agoge. When he reached Xisyn, however, his spirits (oh, funny) were dampened.
It was claimed by a pack.
Fury ripped through him, producing a snarl that shook his vocal chords and vibrated the dead chick inside his egg. The huge valley stretched before him, just as he remembered it, it’s side casting a shadow across half of the forest. In the evening sun, it was breath-taking, and he breathed in the sweet air deeply. In the distance, he could see the ocean crashing against the southernmost part of the land, and both he and Samson felt its perfection. This was the only place where everything was balanced, where he felt peace within him.
Yes, Samael purred. Samson had no pride to bury, so he judged by the spirit’s reassurance that this was where they needed to be. Placing his egg carefully on the ground, Samson weighed up his option.
The scent markers were pathetically weak. It had to be a small pack, a dying one, and perhaps Samson could fight all of them off. He was stronger than he’d ever been, and if they were a peaceful pack then they would stand no chance. Samson would take over the pack of else run them off and live here, alone, in paradise.
The other option… was unsavoury, but not unthinkable. Perhaps it was his destiny to join this pack, to strengthen them, and to build his empire from within them. They seemed to sorely need his strength, so perhaps they would reward him richly for his joining, and in a few years, he could snap the neck of the unsuspecting alpha’s neck, having wormed his ugly way into their heart.
Samson snorted mirthfully at the thought. There was only one way to know what he had to do, as he was determined to stay in these lands. Planting himself firmly in the ground, Samson raised his maw and howling, with the full force of two voices ringing out.
Word count: 1233 Tags: @far @saul Notes: Finally. Also, Freud would have a field day
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[attr="class","pltxt"]The King and Queen were standing on a rise of red stone when they heard the stranger’s cry. All of Xisyn stretched below them, their kingdom of rock and desolation. There was no wind to relieve them from the heat, no shade from the relentless sun. Saul’s shadow fell over her mottled form, but that was the only respite she would have from the elements. Beside her, he was a grey ghost. His scent mixed with hers, the combination distinctly Sethos. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Far felt different now that Saul had returned. It was as if her chemical makeup had shifted. Reacted. Re-invented itself. And deep within her, she could feel the stirrings of something altogether new.
But she couldn’t think about that. Not yet. It was too soon to know if Saul’s seed was strong enough to create new life in her womb. But if it is, she thought, our spawn will be unstoppable. Her black lips curled in a smile, revealing the slightest glimpse of her fangs. She had never expected to be so eager of motherhood, but here she was, her mind full of thoughts of raising a small army. Just like my mother.
Far hadn’t thought of her mother in months. The bitch who had raised her was the reason she had made it to Anikira, was the reason she carried her mission so close to her heart. And yet, her mother’s goals had eventually become her own. Eliminating wolves who didn’t deserve to walk this earth, who tainted bloodlines with their weak attributes and follies—that had become her own motivation. But at the root of it, was Ylva. My mother.
The word was strange to Far. Mother. She had never felt true daughterly love for Ylva. In fact, her loyalty was pure admiration and moral drive. Far believed her mother was right, even after she surpassed her in skill and strength. Even after she was strong enough to swim to Anikira when she knew her mother couldn’t. Even after she had built her own pack, surrounded herself with more wolves who would purge the island of its vermin. Now that she wanted to be a mother, she wasn’t sure how to define it.
But this was not the task currently at hand. No, right now she had to focus on the fact that they were being summoned by a complete stranger.
They moved together, Far quickening her pace to match Saul’s long strides. Xisyn flashed by in dust crags and sprawling piles of boulders. The wolf who had called them was visible as soon as the pair drew close to the scent border. The first thing Far noticed from a distance was how pale the newcomer was. His coat was brighter than an Arctic wolf’s; he stood out against the muted, red landscape like a beacon.
The second thing Far noticed was the reek of Kairos.
Her dark nose wrinkled in disgust as she approached with Saul at her side. Kairos was the first pack Far joined when she washed up on the shores of Anikira. She had gravitated to Goliath, and what she had thought would be a fruitful alliance had turned into a sour disappointment. Now, the smell of Kairos made her want to upchuck her breakfast all over the fucking ground.
She bristled as they stopped a few yards from the white wolf. Far’s ruby eyes flickered sideways to Saul, waiting for him to initiate their conversation. He had been gone for so damn long—his was his turn to do some of the legwork around here. As her eyes moved back to the Kairos brute, she realized with involuntary interest that he was even larger than Saul… Well, well, well... Perhaps this brute will surprise us. She thought.
There was something about the snowy brute that was slightly off-putting, but Far couldn’t place it. Not yet…
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