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"]Messoria was no longer the spirited, vivacious she-wolf she’d been when she had first stepped foot upon Kairos soil.
It seemed like eons ago, in the grand scheme of things. She’d been young and lovely, and she’d known it; it had fueled her arrogance, her ambition, driving her towards a place that whispered rumors painted as a kingdom of bloodshed and devastation. Few had been brave enough, then, to walk into the maw of the beast that was Kairos. But Messoria had sauntered in boldly, heedless of the warnings, eager to become a piece that made up a puzzle of greatness. And so she had, carving her name in Kairos’ history, entwined at the very seams.
She had weathered the storm that was her rivalry with the hellish Matriarch whom had reigned before her, had captured the attention of the fearsome Emperor, had carried the future heir to the throne in her womb for months, nurturing he and his siblings when they’d at last made their way into the world. And she had been young still when she watched them grow, though the loss of several of them aged her – just as motherhood itself had aged her. With time, arrogance diminished and gave way to even-tempered regality. Ambition for herself faded, and instead manifested in ambition for her children. They would be the ones who would carry on the legacy of Kairos; they would be the ones who achieved greatness with her blood in their veins.
She was proud of them – all of them. Each day when she woke she reflected upon the greatness they had risen to; one leading a ruthless Empire, one an amicable Chieftain, one a glacial Queen. And her youngest as well, though only two remained of that litter – a boy who overcame the difficult cards that life had dealt him to complete his Agoge, and a girl who viewed the world with a practicality that was almost unnerving. They, too, would become great. She could feel it in her bones.
Though Messoria had soldiered through each and every trial laid before her with all of the dignity of a queen, she was tired. She had surpassed six years of age mere months ago, and though she was far from her time, news of Roka’s death had sobered her greatly. She had grandchildren now, her lineage expanding with each passing season, and she had never been more aware of how quickly time slipped past than in that moment.
Ina’mos had been so very quiet lately; though the season was upon them, there were no new mothers upon the island to coach, no squealing pups to tend to. The captive females taken from the Isles had long ago settled into their new lives within Kairos, and so Messoria had been left with little to do aside from what she had always done – lay patiently in wait and listen.
Perhaps that was what had driven her to Vor’asa. It was a cloudless night, beams of light from the full moon shining down upon the dunes, glistening in her ebony fur as her slight form glided across the sand. Brigand had been left upon Ina’mos, for she did not wish to risk him during the swim. She was alone, it seemed, and it was a strange sensation. So rarely did she find herself with only her own company; it was…lonely, in a way.
The Matriarch came to a halt atop one of the dunes, velvety ears perked atop her skull as blazing amber orbs gazed across the wide expanse of sand before her. She stood silently there, reflecting upon the Empire that stretched around her – Vor’asa, Ina’mos, Ser’eri, Ale’ina. A dynasty like no other, forged through trial and tribulation, earned with blood and determination.
Time would slow for no one, not even her, but she had at least lived long enough to see history unfold. Words: 646 Tags: Muse: excellent Notes: melancholy Messy!
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Seven years | Eastern Timber x Mexican | Kairos Matriarch Brigand / Male / Red Squirrel companion
[attr="class","pltxt"]Harper wondered where Yvette had gotten off to, while she didn't want Yvette like she yearned for her brother she supposed someone was better than no one but the other female had gone off somewhere and she wasn't sure enough of herself to follow the other femme. Putting her paws in front of her she shuffled across the sand, the urge to lay down and cry had no passed but she found that moving would push her muscles hard enough that the other pains faded in the distance. Her throat was parched for water and her stomach rumbled but neither were dire, what really burned was the strain on her legs and the sting of the sand against her paws. The sands would cool soon, leaving her cold and desolate once more but she couldn't help the fact that no one wanted her, or to be near her. She couldn't blame them to be sure, she knew that she was pathetic - the friends and family she had gathered around her to wall out the loneliness that gathered always on the fringe of her consciousness - she didn't deserve the other wolves in her life and even the one that claimed to help her in her hour of need didn't desire her company in her quest. Each bit of landscape passed much like the next to her downcast gaze, sometimes the dunes pushing her upwards and sometimes sliding out from beneath her legs on the downslope. Each the same as the last, up and down, up and down, up and down. Each grain of sand settling in with the one next to it seamlessly, even the sand seemed to be mocking her, everything seemed to be mocking her and the fact that she was alone here. Rainan was probably with the rest of his family now, unencumbered by his useless sister.
There were moments when she could convince herself that her brother cared for her, but they were fleeting and hard to find in her memory. Every instance being picked apart by the raging sickness in her mind that refused to let them go uninfected. The scenery changed suddenly, up and up and up, and there was a black wolf. Not large compared to her, but perched atop the dune her very presence seemed more imposing than perhaps even her own mother. It had been so long since she had seen Nimue, and suddenly even those memories seemed tainted, with her mother constantly attending to her other duties the ones that required her to be the alpha of Ananke. Even her mother, it seemed, wished to distance herself from Harper another chip in the foundation. Not wanting to intrude upon the other female's solitude, as she seemed quite set on her makeshift throne atop the dune, Harper moved sideways allowing the sand to slip from beneath her to skirt the pile of sand. Eyes still down, staring at each grain of sand as they rolled over her paws and embedded themselves within her fur and between her paw pads. So much sand. She wondered when the sand ran out, Harper hadn't grown up with sand. Ananke had only one coast in Aveline but she had spent her time inland, playing among the plains and trees. Those memories infinitely happier than the present despite the jade that tinted each of them as soon as they came to mind.
[attr="class","post"]As Messoria stood gazing out across the expanse of sand, movement down below to her right caught her gaze, causing her head to turn, eyes landing curiously upon the wolf there. She was unfamiliar at first, just slightly gangly with the promise of youth molding into adulthood, though already downright massive in comparison to Messoria herself. She seemed content to leave Messoria be, moving onwards, though her unfamiliarity tempted the Matriarch to demand she state her name and business in Kairos. That was, unlike the moonlight caught in the fur of the stranger, revealing a white, dappled pelt that made Messoria suck in a breath.
Those dapples…she supposed they could be common, in other bloodlines. But she looked so very much like Morrigan had, simply inverted, that Messoria was moving before she knew what she was doing, carefully sliding down the sand until she was in the dip of the dunes, very near to the passing she-wolf. Her scent…it reminded Messoria of the first time she’d encountered Rainan, when she had not been able to place why it was familiar at first, before realizing that it was a mixture of Nimue, Micah, and his own unique smell. She was almost certain of it, in that moment – this one was one of her grandchildren.
”Are you Harper?” She asked, melodic voice just barely above a whisper. After a beat, she realized how strange it must be to know the femme’s name when they had never met, and she allowed a smile to grace her muzzle as she tilted her head back to gaze up at the younger wolf. ”I apologize, if you’re not. I met a young wolf named Rainan when he came to Kairos some time ago; he is the son of my daughter, Nimue, and told me that he has a sister named Harper.”
She paused here, trying to reel in the glee that seemed to have manifested within her at the idea of meeting another of her grandchildren. Not wishing to be overbearing, she dipped her head in greeting, offering, ”My name is Messoria, Matriarch of Kairos. Have you traveled terribly far to arrive here?”
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Seven years | Eastern Timber x Mexican | Kairos Matriarch Brigand / Male / Red Squirrel companion
[attr="class","pltxt"]Before she could look up and properly react she realized that the other female was practically sliding over to her, hurried movements from the picturesque pose she had presented before. Harper's eyes shone, conflicted, on whether or not to flee the company she craved or to stay and face yet another wolf she would be a disappointment to. The female's voice was gentle and songlike in her address and it soothed what could be subdued in her anxiety, but still wasn't enough "Yes." Why the female knew her name she didn't know, she didn't know why anyone would bother learning her name and what to call her when they didn't want to give her the time of day. Maybe just so they could have a name for the thing they wanted to avoid. Harper backed up, putting more space between them, not wanting to crowd the other female.
The black female was looking up at her but it felt off because Harper wasn't in the mood to look down on anyone and this female made her feel incredibly small. "My brother." The reaction was out of her mouth before she could tamper it, tell herself that she shouldn't bother someone else with her troubles when Yvette already resented her enough. Despite the fact that she knew Rainan didn't want to see her, wanted to stay within Kairos and away from her and her clingyness she couldn't help the hope in her words. Her brother, she missed her brother so much. Maybe if she could see him again she could convince him to let her be by his side again. She wouldn't be annoying anymore. He wouldn't have to even know she was there she just wanted to be near him again.
Hastily mirroring the female's actions, suddenly Rainan was all that was on her mind. If she could just find him again maybe she could prove that she wasn't worthless, she could prove herself to him. "I followed him from Ananke. I miss him." The words were in a rush. She hesitated against the words on the tip of her tongue before she said them, quiet, afraid of the answer that she already knew "D-d-do you think he misses me?" He wouldn't, she knew. And maybe she should go back while she still could. Before she had to hear it from him, that he hated her and never wanted to see her again. That he wanted to stay in Kairos and she could return to her mother and father who had always loved her brothers more. Her heart clenched around the question.
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