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","pltxt"]Mother was gone. Ileana too. Tiberius had tried his very best to find both or at least one of them. He failed. He searched all over the continent. He wanted to go to Kairos and maybe find some semblance of his father or someone who knew his father. But when he got news that Hyperion was gone from Kairos lands, he turned away from them. That was his last hope of finding his family, his bloodline. Tiberius moved to the south, but a pack had freshly taken over some lands down there, so he did not venture into their territory. Perhaps he should have. He may have found traces of his sister that would cause hope to rise in his chest. Instead, he moved eastward, not sure where exactly he was going, but he was exploring. When he found the lands of Vesyth, he could feel something odd about this place, but didn't second-guess it. he stayed there, observing the wilting flowers that littered the ground. It had started to get cooler in the lands, and he knew that winter would be coming soon enough. His coat was preparing for the changes in temperatures. To be honest, he loved the snow. He had been in it many times before. It felt more natural.
He recalled the fond memories he had with mother, playing in the snow, learning about life, and everything else. Tiberius laid himself beneath the cover of a tree, looking up to the branches and watching as the winds pulled them to and fro. it was peaceful and in a way, reassuring him that everything would be alright. Maybe he didn't need his family to feel as though he would ever amount to anything great. He could be great all alone if he needed to. The male stared at the leaves, the flowers, the branches, and everything that was on the tree. He heard the soft chirping of some bird in the distance. He could almost fall asleep right here. As he was thinking it, his eyes grew heavy and his chin lowered to rest on the ground, right between his front paws. His tail curled along his backside, resting against his hip. He took a deep breath and soon he dozed off into a deep sleep.
There were so many more reasons V should have chastised Leviathan for the fights he picked in that pack territory. But as the brute strode quietly beside her, wounds still agape and fresh blood only just starting to clot, she supposed this would not be the ideal time to lecture the male on his decisions. The things Leviathan did, he did for a reason. However, the femme was far more shaken by the interactions than she dared to let on. Her steely persona remained intact, but she had lost her composure. How was it that male had known her name? Not just her name... but her birth name? The word had not been uttered in her presence for years. She had vague memories of her mother and the fact that she had not always been V. She had not even discussed it with Leviathan; it was dead to her. She had no desire to carry anything their mother had given her. And yet, somehow, a stranger in that land had known. He had called out to her, and her anger had nearly gotten the best of her.
That name was dead, and it was destined to stay dead.
Leviathan's movements were more calculated, and his demeanor had calmed significantly as his tongue lapped at the stale blood around his lips. He was a sight for sore eyes, tattered and battle-worn, but the blood lust had been simultaneously re-awoken and satiated. The spectacle had done little more than disillusion himself and V with the pack that lived in Kamari. He did not care. The tension had released from his body, and as the pair walked silently in step headed west, he found that he cared little for the outcome of the match up. The other male had been a reasonable opponent, but Leviathan did not desire to stave off the attack of an entire pack. Had their scuffle gone on much longer, he likely would have summoned others to their battle. That, along with the fact that he found V faced with two more wolves, was enough for Leviathan to take his leave without the brutal murder of the brute in the way that he had once hoped. One day, he would return. He would finish the task.
But today, the multi-hued male walked shoulder to shoulder with his Goddess once more, the gentle rub of her coat against his resulting in the trademark transfer of blood from his dark coat to her pale white one. It was one of the rare occasions that Leviathan did not mind the presence of blood upon his precious gift. She carried upon her his mark, and she shared in his victories. She was foolish to place herself in that situation, he wholeheartedly believed, but she grounded him in some ways as well. He was ultimately in control. But she was a corporeal reminder that upon the death of his brother, his ascension to the status of a God was fulfilled. This was merely the first step in the rest of their lives.
With the start of his blood oath towards fulfillment, Leviathan was free to do as he wished.
Truthfully, the pair should have steered clear of other wolves. In his state, Leviathan looked quite frightful, and though there was no measure of discomfort on V's face, any others might have found him quite appalling. She would tend his wounds once they settled for the evening. It had been a long time since the cuts had gotten infected in his coat, but V learned the basics in order to keep him patched up. She cared little that he fought so long as he always came back. Up to this day, he had never failed to do so.
V absentmindedly licked the brute's cheek, the taste of stale iron flooding her mouth. It had been a long time coming. She wondered when his bloodlust would return. It had been far longer than she might have imagined since he waged an attack against a pack. But now he had returned in all his glory, and the pale femme was prepared to elevate his cause at any costs. The two wolves wandered into the nearby grove, taking a moment to pause and breathe before continuing their journey west. However, it seemed they were not alone.
Leviathan's blue and golden eyes fell silently on the curled male, nestled in what appeared to be a peaceful sleep. How one could be in such a vulnerable position in broad daylight, he simply could not understand. It was foolish at best, a death wish at worst. He huffed loudly, V's attention drawn to the other wolf in that moment as her blue eyes appraised the brute with interest. Had they found someone to finish Leviathan's assault that he had started? He had been unable to end Fel, but perhaps another loner would hold him over for now.
W O R D S : 870 words T A G S : Tiberius M U S E : Good for these two. N O T E S : I'm pretty sure they're just two really fucked individuals.
[attr="class","pltxt"]The young prince dreamed a pleasant dream, one that he found his mother and sister to be alright. They were safe and on top of that, his father returned from nowhere. Out of the dark shadows, a billowing cloud brought the male to Tiberius. He was large and majestic, just as he had been described - though in this dream he was much larger. The young wolf stared to his father and the first words from Typhon's mouth were "Tiberius, I am proud of you." It caused the young wolf to smile and his tail began to pat against his side in glee, even through his sleeping form. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as he stepped forward and rested his head against his father's form. It was all a dream though, but Tiberius was so concerned with it being real that when his nose picked up some strange smells, the dream started to go away. The black clouds swallowed Typhon, mother, and Ileane until they could be seen no more.
In that moment, he felt like he was falling. His legs kicked out from his form, kicking and scratching as he finally braced himself against the ground. His eyes opened wide as his claws dug into the dirt and he panicked. The first glimpse he saw was of the white wolf. How big she was and her nose had pink on it. Odd for sure, he had never seen anything like it. It was not long for the other to see a large male beside her. This one was a muddied mix of colors. He had scars all over him and it seemed like he was just in the fight of his life. Blood could still be smelt on his coat. Tiberius relaxed himself. These two did not look like the types to mess with. And he was outnumbered to count. He sat up beneath the tree and looked to them both with a puzzled look. He didn't know who they were or why they smelled the way they did. He was sure he no longer smelled of his home as he had not been there for so long. He hoped the male was not looking for trouble.
"Hello." He did the best he could to control his emotions. He was scared on the inside, but stoic on the outside. He didn't have any reason to be afraid of them really. Maybe they were just passing by? he didn't have anything for them to take and he was trying his best to be brave.
Upon the male's awakening, Leviathan shot his gaze to V once more. There was no room for argument from the brute; his look spoke volumes.
And without argument, the pale white femme strolled away, distancing herself from the situation. The beast was not about to subject V to another male. He was already pumped full of adrenaline, and it would not be to her advantage if she were nearby if yet another fight broke out. The brute's gaze levelled blankly on the other male as he stirred, noting a strange look crossing his face that Leviathan could not quite identify. As quick as it appeared, it was gone, and the male could not make heads or tails of the stranger's demeanor. It was a struggle to understand those around him, and while V often bridged that gap in a way, the odd-eyed devil was not about to subject her to another altercation. He had had enough of males around her today. They were all one and the same. No one would ever take his prize away from him, particularly when she was still so strictly obedient to him.
He had raised her well.
As Leviathan watched with curious eyes as the male rose, then greeted him, of all things, his head quirked to one side in that moment. Who would greet him? The male was a bloodied mess, the remnants of his scuffle with the alpha brute still apparent across him. This male should be fleeing for his life, and yet he remained. What would possess a stranger to stay nearby? Mara and Raum had never feared him, nor had Namaah, and yet the miscellaneous wolves around him were right to be wary. He was a menace, and he had no guilt or shame about it.
"You are either very brave, or very stupid, boy," he stated bluntly, staring blankly at the opposing male with mock interest. "I must say I tend to believe the latter, as a beast such as myself interrupting your nap typically means whatever nightmare you were having before is about to be a pup's dream." He watched the male's demeanor. The slightest inkling of aggression, and Leviathan would not hesitate to lay his ass out. He was bound to misstep, and the kenai male had little pity for the fools and heathens of these lands lately. They were all inferior beings; what possible purpose could they serve when they were so feeble and easily cut apart? He had no respect for the masses. They were foolish and trivial. They were bound by worldly ties that weakened them. Only once they could release their stupid attachments could they truly find peace and become more than their currently pathetic existence.
The male's lip curled back slightly, exposing his canines at the stranger with his gaze settled on any sign of flight from the male. A coward would flee, and these lands were filled with oh so many cowards.
So what would it be? Would this male be just another page in the story, or would he manage to draw Leviathan's attention in a way that did not result in his untimely death?
tags:Tiberius words: 535 muse: alright notes: this could've been better. I'm trying to find my rhythm with him again lol.
[attr="class","pltxt"]Apparently his awakening had caused the pair to feel on edge. The large white female was commanded to leave, and she did with only a single word. In that moment, Tiberius realized the type of power he wanted over another. He wanted to be able to tell them to leave without resistance, without a snide remark, and just obeying his command. It wasn't like that with mother. She didn't have that authority air to her. She was too soft, too kind. It was in this moment that Tiberius realized he should have been raised by his father - maybe then he would know how to do this by now. He could have ran, and maybe he should have. Instead, he just sat there. He tilted his head back to rest in its normal position. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest and he made sure not to lock eyes with the much larger male before him. He took a deep breath. He wondered where the female would go to. As the monster before him spoke, Tiberius turned his ears forward to listen better.
The male's voice was deep though easy to understand. The wolf's words hit him hard. He thought Tiberius was stupid and he didn't even know him. He didn't understand him. Tiberius rolled it off his shoulders, choosing not to allow it to rest with him for the rest of his life. Anyone could think what they wanted about him, but he was a prince once, and his mind - he always would be. The young wolf listened still as he explained that Tiberius' dream would be nothing compared to what he was about to go through. But how could the other male know? Tiberius had never met his father, had only wanted the respect and love from that of a father. Mother had given him some of what he wanted, but it was never enough, not really. He tried for the time he had with her to make it enough, but it didn't work. His efforts were in vain. "You know nothing of what haunts me. You know nothing of me. I am Tiberius, son of Typhon." He spoke proudly, building up courage as if that name was going to save his life. He didn't know for sure, but it was worth a shot. Surely a mighty warrior such as this one before him would know of Typhon? He didn't feel the fear anymore, now it was replaced with a sense of duty to himself and to his father - the wolf he had never met.
Part of him hoped that if he spoke the name aloud enough that Typhon himself would come from the darkness and present himself here and now. If he believed that his father was still alive, he would come looking for the spawn he had always wanted. Tiberius was possibly too foolish, or maybe down-right stupid like the other had suggested, but it was too late now. If he ran, he would prove everyone in Ilanux right, the ones who believed him to be worth nothing. He was not just some snobby prince. He was more than that. He was a warrior himself, brave beyond compare, and intelligent to match.
It seemed that every wolf around here was intent on monologuing at him. Everyone wanted to know each others' names. They all wanted to appeal to the emotional side of their foes in an attempt to connect, and thereby escape conflict. But it simply was a failed strategy with Leviathan. For one cannot build an emotional connection with a beast that could not love. He had no pity. He had no sense of anything beyond obsession and respect. Those were based in facts, not emotion. They were grounded in something more than just a paltry attempt to appeal to his better side.
There was no better side.
"And I am a random loner, son to a heathen and a whore," he retorted, the statement all too true. There were dozens of his kin running around the continent, and he had stopped caring to keep track of them all. What use was it when the only brother he had bothered to respect fell at his own fangs, at his own request? Raum had descended into madness, as they all would one day. It was inevitable of their line. They were destined to either fall or their madness or ascend to a higher plain of existence. He chose the latter. He would survive, and he would excel where others fell around him. He held some measure of respect for the young male for not fleeing at the very sight of him, however. Though the male had not taken kindly to being referred to as stupid, it was the only thing the brute could think of that would hold him here. To confront Leviathan was, more often than not, a death wish. That, or they were in the market for some irreversible maiming. It would take some work to top his prior victims, but he was certain, if given enough time, he would find a way.
"I don't need to know what haunts you, boy. You either learn to set aside what haunts you and realize you are more than this pathetic world, or you wallow and descend into madness, bringing the whole world down around you," he responded with a smirk, the terrifying likes of which could bring the innocent to their knees. It was not simply the motion that was frightening, but rather his attempt to mimic emotion, and so greatly failing to do so. It was dead, soulless, and screamed of warning. It was the kiss of death in visual format. He liked to play with his toys before he descended upon them.
"Let me guess. You're the offspring of one of Goliath's many sons. They seem to be the only ones intent on proclaiming their lineage at the slightest sign of conflict," he mocked the male, leveling with him and staring darkly at the other male. "You'll find I care little for names and titles. If you are so attached to your family's name that you can't make a name for your own, you're doomed to be just as pathetic and worthless as they were."
Words: 507 Tags: Tiberius Muse: okay this was was a bit better, even if it was shorter. Notes: I found an old table of Levi's!
[attr="class","pltxt"]It didn't matter to the monster who he was or where he came from. If he even mentioned he had been from Eden, he might have been laughed at. Instead, Tiberius shook it off. The other mentioned his father was a whore and whatever else. Weren't you supposed to be proud of your parents? Tiberius was, and yet, he did not wish to speak on the matter much more. It was the danger that lurked before him, it could strike him down. He knew it. He had only ever fought for practice, never really engaging in anything that was of real risk to him. Mother would never allow it. He forced himself to sit as tall as he could. His eyes focused on the other's form. The open cuts, he stared at them, studied them. If this beast wanted to play some real games, Tiberius would show him he was not just another wolf's son. He was more than that. He was a warrior, a prince, a fighter, one who never gave up. He was persistent. As he looked over the other, he listened to his words.
"Slant me as you will. It does nothing for you or me. I do not wallow and I don't need advice from someone who appears to lose fights." The sass was starting to kick in. Whether Tiberius had lost all traces of his brainwaves, or he was just feeling like he had some sort of advantage over the other - he didn't know what was coming over him. He felt like he was in Eden once more, and this wolf was just a lowly commoner. "I know nothing of Typhon's bloodline. I only know his name. I never even met him in my life." Tiberius was angered, but not by the words of the other, more with the realization that he was hoping for a wolf that never knew about him to come to his rescue, to want to be in his life. Was he that needy to have his father be apart of him? "I am not pathetic!" he raised his voice. "I do not fear you, stranger - son of a whore." Whatever came out of his mouth, his position and body language did not change. He had confirmed it in his mind that this is where he needed to be, and if the other attacked, he would retaliate. He was not going to sit by and let himself be made a fool.
He was no mockery. He was destined to be great, much greater than his parents have ever imagined they could be.
"Slant me as you will. It does nothing for you or me. I do not wallow and I don't need advice from someone who appears to lose fights."
The male eyed his young counterpart with what could be considered a bemused expression if it were not for the bottomless pit that was his heart. Another wolf might have laughed at the taunt, or perhaps gotten angry. But Leviathan was far too matter-of-fact for that kind of bullshit rhetoric, and he would not hesitate to smack the youngster into the ground to prove a point if need be.
"Boy, if I was a loser, I would not be standing here," he rumbled, his tongue instinctively lapping at the dark stains around his lips. It was incredible to him in some ways that the young male was bold enough to stand before him and level insults. A wolf that was still walking, even sporting injuries like his own, was certainly not the loser in the fight. He may not have been the clear cut winner, but that decision had been taken out of his paws, and that left Leviathan with a blood lust unsatisfied. If the male did not exercise some care in his dealings, the kenai male would simply levy his attacks against little mister Tiberius, son of the oh so magnificent Typhon that he had never met.
"Big words for a boy throwing around his father's name, particularly not having met him," the male levelled, his face expressionless with the quip. "Seems to me at least I know who my parents are. They might be utter bastards, but I know where I come from, and I know who I am. And boy, I am not so sure you want to be around the devil inside me." The male's lip curled back in mock ire, revealing his bloodstained gums and canines once more. This one did not seem keen on getting the hint, and so the male rose once more, staring blankly down his snout at the pup.
"Tell me, do you make it a point to antagonize strangers that could eliminate your very existence without identifying whether they could be of use to you?" he questioned. There was always a use to another wolf, whether it be to satisfy bloodlust, satiate an appetite for sexual desires, or manipulate them into doing his bidding. This brute had much to learn, and if he were less fiery-tempered, Leviathan would have likely wasted him where he stood. That, and he had an unfortunate connection to the brute that, regardless of his feigned indifference to the words, had caught the brute by surprise.
The boy was his nephew.
It had been quite a time since the male had thought back to the days in Kal'dyne, and the invasion of the darker coated male that had led the assault against Valyn. In truth, the brute had done little to stop them. He had no qualms with pack politics in a place he had been considered inferior. But rather, Typhon's invasion had been his awakening. It had brought him clarity of the failures of those who called him family and the idiocy of the vast majority of wolves around him. He had never sought to befriend that Kairos wolves, but the male had begrudgingly grown to respect their thirst for power and the initiative of the raiding party. It had driven him to Mara and Raum, and it turned him upon that first pathetic offering whose corpse likely still rotted among the rocks in Tas'alea.
"If you do not want to be labeled pathetic, do not act it," the male snapped out. Leviathan scoffed lightly. The other brute had not even so much as taken the steps to protect himself. He was young and green, and he was clearly in over his head. Perhaps it had been too presumptuous to send V away. This male was no threat to her, nor was he a threat to Leviathan. It was unfortunate that the possibility of a familial link was enough to stall his ire long enough to analyze if the wolf could be useful to him. Frankly, he was looking at close to a blank slate. The pup was wallowing, and Leviathan could see an easily gained ally before him. He needed to toughen up and learn that the world was not simply a casual stroll through the loner lands. He was likely to get himself killed.
If Leviathan could not make use of him, he probably would end up dead.
"You say you do not fear me, and yet I find I do not believe you," he remarked coolly, his eyes scanning the brute passively. It was an honor to fear Leviathan. He was the nightmare that pups were told of to keep them in the den at night. He was the murderer. Rapist. Brutalizer. Kidnapper.
"You're lucky you know your father's name, Tiberius. I suppose it is unbecoming of me to murder my own nephew."
W O R D S : 851 T A G S :Tiberius M U S E : really good N O T E S : omg I forgot how much I love love love this table too I'm finding all the gems today
[attr="class","pltxt"]Tiberius did not budge, though his mind was screaming at him to run. This beast was dangerous, he could tell as plainly as the sneer on his features. But Tiberius was of a noble bloodline, he was once a prince and would have led his family, his pack, to something much better than his mother ever would have imagined. But he was just a pup, lost among the place that seemed so familiar not that long ago. Now it was just filled with memories long since passed. The young male kept his head high and soon he found himself locking eyes with the other. It was foolish, he knew this, but he could not stop himself. Much like his very own eyes, this male had two-toned eyes as well. The colors were different, but the way they sat was almost identical. He had never seen eyes like it before, not like his own. "I know my father's name and I was raised by my mother, she was the Chief of Ilanux. Her father before her was the Chief and both of my bloodlines run from strong families. I may not have ever been able to know my father, but I know his name and so I am apart of his bloodline."
Tiberius had been around large wolves before, he had seen them - never this big and no matter how many scars or wounds this wolf had - he knew better than to start a fight. But he had to defend himself. This male slanted him time and time again, what was he to do? Just accept it? That was something he could not, would not, allow. He stood his ground, looking up to the other and waiting for something he could retort to be brought before him. When asked if he could use the other for anything or whatever the male had said, Tiberius had to think inwardly. He really hadn't thought of that before. When meeting new wolves, he never thought how they could be of use to him. He just met them, spoke with them, and went about his day. This was perplexing to him. "I actually never considered that... honestly.." His tone was calm, not defensive as it had been before. He really hadn't thought all of this through, he just knew that the other thought about a lot of things more than he did. Perhaps it was the wisdom in his years, his experiences with fighting, killing, and anything else that came to his mind.
But just as the defensive nature had been soothed, it was reincarnated. "I am not!" was all he could really retort. The fury that had been laying in rest was now boiling to the top and at any moment he felt like he was going to explode with anger. He took a deep breath and his breathing changed more rapidly. His eyes locked on the other with an intensity he had not had before. Again the male tried to tear him down, but it was of ill affect. "I am not afraid of you." A soft growl escaped from his lips. His eyes still locked onto the other. But Tiberius was not expecting the next words to be coming from the larger male's mouth. Nephew. Taken aback by the word, the sound of it shocked his mind. He was dazed. The anger and aggression he was feeling before all evaporated as if it had never been there to begin with. His jaw would have dropped, had his teeth not been clenched from before. He was looking for family and he finally got just that. Not exactly who he was searching for, but maybe he would get some answers he had been wishing for. Surely this brute before him was of no relation to his mother, hell he had only mentioned Typhon's name.
"You are my father's brother?" he muttered through the shock. His eyes not so locked, but now looking to the male as though he had told him a cure for the very disease that had plagued his sister, his home lands, and the world. He stared at the wolf, unsure of what really to say next.
The grumbled words slipped out as soon as Leviathan heard the brute attest that, once again, he was not afraid of him. He would have a far sounder head on his shoulders if he were to admit to the fact that the beast intimidated him at the very least. The kenai male was unsure why Typhon would abandoned his own pups, but he had never really kept up with the majority of his half-siblings. He only knew of the brute from their brief dealings in Kal'dyne, all those many years ago. It was only notable because he, too, was far superior in size to others roaming the continent. There were few that had matched Leviathan in stature, and Typhon had been one of them. So what, had he run off and found himself a little side piece in the way of a pack's alpha and left the whore with pups? Seemed to be a bit of a waste of their bloodline, in his opinion, but he could not fault the male for doing so. Leviathan had done far worse, though typically the femmes he involuntarily took would either become food for the buzzards or be left in such a condition that should pups take root, it would have clearly been the will of the gods to do so. He had no interest in a multitude of pathetic brats roaming away. If this was what the next generation was shaping up to be, Tiberius needed some strong direction. He had already birthed one failure of a son, and the other two simply had not measured up to his expectations. He knew a thing or two about pathetic offspring. They needed a reality check, but his own pups had meandered off on their own before the brute really had a good chance to instill an appropriate control in their lives.
Perhaps Tiberius would be open to a bit of direction.
"We shared a father," he confirmed blandly, his eyes raking over the young male while wordlessly appraising him. He was not too shabby, though it was painfully obvious the male had not had to do a thing for himself in his life. Levi scoffed; likely his mother babied him and turned him into a pathetic wimp. It was the poor impression of Harlot that had ultimately led to her death. He could not allow such a pathetic excuse of an example to be a parental figure to his pups.
"Though I must admit that I find it interesting that you would audibly insult your own kin. I never did specify that my mother was the whore and my father was the heathen," he mused with a bored expression on his face. "I suppose that each term could be used interchangeably for the other."
It would have been a funny coincidence, but in a way Leviathan felt irritated at his inability to just bleed the male out. It would have been the easier way to shape him up; just rid the planet of his pathetic existence. But there was a nagging in the back of his mind telling him that this male could be good for something. He was still young, and in many ways likely impressionable. It would not hurt to bring another strong male into his guardianship. Perhaps in time, he could be of use to the kenai male. He was not without goals; in fact, Leviathan knew that making enemies of Fel and his brood could come back to bite them in time. He could bolster his own forces through the strategic manipulation of those around him. Perhaps it would be good to let V spend some time around this one. She was better with words than he would ever be; his tongue was needlessly sharp, and most of it was simply his inability to read other wolves emotionally. V was a bit of a bridge for him in that sense.
"So, are you going to wander the continent aimlessly in search of a male that left you, or do you want to find a place?" he inquired bluntly. Typhon would not be back for this boy. It was unlikely the brute even knew of his own son's existence, and if he did, he would have found the pup before he reached such an age. It was disgraceful, but perhaps not everything was lost.
W O R D S : 772 T A G S :Tiberius M U S E : really good N O T E S : okay yeah, this is one of my favorite tables even though it's super simple
[attr="class","pltxt"]"Well before you told me who you were, I had no idea. So how can I know I am insulting my own kin? Maybe if you would have come out with the information before all this happened, it would be different?" He was angered that the other had been so snide over things that Tiberius knew nothing about. If he knew, why would he be quiet for so long? Tiberius felt the wave of nerves wash away. He was feeling better about this situation and the large wolf before him. He relaxed, his muscles no longer tense and his eyes wide with shock still. It was incredible to meet someone from his family, even though it sounded as if the male didn't really know his brother very much, just that they have shared a father. If it had not been for Tiberius' persistence, he would never have really known his dear sister that he loved so much. Ileana had always been an ill creature, never truly recovering from her sickness it appeared. His eyes stared at the male before him. "What is your name?"
When posed a question to him, Tiberius thought a moment, trying to decide what he was going to do. He could continue his search for mother - the wolf who knowingly abandoned him, he could seek out the scared and vulnerable Ileana, or even seek out the father that might not even know of his existence. What would this wolf do? Would he help Tiberius on his quest? Would it really matter what he told the large wolf? "Well, not particularly, I mean, Kairos is a long ways away from where we are. I tried to go there, but it seems there is nothing there for me. Typhon may be dead or just vanished. It would be a waste of time to go searching for someone who doesn't want to be found. I want to find a place, but I don't know what, if any, could ever feel like 'home'... if that makes sense... Do you own some land?"
Every other word out of the young male's mouth was complete bullshit. Leviathan could hardly believe there was any relation to Typhon. The males had been around Tiberius's age when they first met one another, and the Typhon Leviathan recalled resembled this male in virtually no way whatsoever. He supposed it could not be helped; Leviathan himself had a few pathetic excuses for children, so it simply spoke to the mother's influence in this brute's life. It never failed to ruin the very upbringing of their young to have a waste of oxygen indoctrinating their youth from their first breath into the pathetic, wiggling worms they grew to be. It was why he had dispatched of Harlot so early on. Had Typhon taken similar action with Tiberius's mother, perhaps the sniveling little mongrel before him would have taken after his father in more ways. Though Leviathan was incapable of loving his own family, even, he had felt some respect towards the other brute for his initiative in their conquest of Kal'dyne. He had stood by his mother until it was obvious that Valyn would fall. He would not support a loser, nor would he stand by and follow a pathetic excuse of a leader.
Tenebris had been a failed attempt at a pack. Where Raum and Levi stood by one another with strength and ferocity, Mara's pathetic whinings and Harlot's constant nagging had led to nothing more than disdain towards the two femmes. It was a miracle that any of his offspring turned out reasonable with those two babbling idiots around. Leviathan had no delusions in thinking this brute should know he was family. But it was simply idiotic of him to face off with a brute such as Leviathan with a sharp tongue and expect not to have said tongue removed from the confines of his mouth.
"There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity," the brute bit out with a huff. "You might have appeared brave if not for the uncertainty in even the way you move. You may have had no way to know that I was kin, but to stand your ground against a male that is larger, older, and frankly looks like they just survived a pretty healthy fight is completely asinine. Learn to pick your battles, kid." The disapproval was evident on the male's face. Tiberius may have been full grown, but he certainly was not mature in his own right. Seemed that mommy might have sheltered him a little too much before he wandered out on his own. Always ruining perfectly good pups, he mused. Tiberius had the makings of a strong wolf, and yet his very essence had been soured by a heartfelt bitch.
"Leviathan," he retorted.
At the other male's ramblings about his mission, it was all the kenai male could do to remain eye contact and not give indication to the youngling that he literally could not care less in that moment. He had no emotional connection to the brute's plight. He was a scared pup, wandering without a purpose. That much was evident in each and every word he spoke. However, there was one remarkable thing that even Leviathan noticed. He craved approval. He was searching for affirmation; that much was evident by even a single sentence from his mouth. He spoke not once about himself or his accomplishments. Everything he was was tied to who his parents were. A wolf like that could be useful. He had no personal sense of self; he could be easily molded to see the true ways. He could be brought in line with Leviathan and V. And perhaps that could be to his advantage. He did not need to spend the rest of his life checking over his shoulder for every threat against his Goddess. He had proved himself worthy. Perhaps Tiberius could do the same.
"Not yet, boy," he stated coolly. "But I find that I am tired of traversing the continent. Keeping watch over my Goddess is harder with each passing winter. Tell me, Tiberius, do you want to find a purpose?"
tags:Tiberius words: 704 muse: very good notes: Okay so I really love Levi. It's just really weird when his conversations don't end in him attacking someone.
[attr="class","pltxt"]Leviathan was unlike anything or anyone he had ever met before. He was different and so mysterious. He tried to intimidate Tiberius more and more it seemed, but it had little effect. Once Tiberius felt that he was safe to be around the other, the worry and fear melted away from his features. He was at ease with the situation before him. The young wolf stood tall and thought over the words the other had spoken. Maybe he was stupid, or maybe just naïve? Tiberius really couldn't tell. He didn't think he was coddled too much as a pup, and even thought he was doing good for everyone in the way he handled the pack matters and members. Ragra had needed him as much, if not more, than his dear Ileana. She had hated him in the beginning, but then it seemed she needed him, only to disappear like the others. This Leviathan had been in many confrontations. He didn't need his eyes to see the truth in all that. "I will keep that in mind." When Leviathan spoke again, he posed a question to Tiberius. One that the boy almost wanted to shout an answer to.
Instead he controlled his emotions as he looked to the large beast. "Yes. I do." That was truly what he wanted his whole life. Before he thought it was to serve under his mother, who was still young and would only die when he was a mere few years from his own demise by old age. What kind of life would that be for him? Tiberius knew that Leviathan was powerful, more so than his mother, and ideally more so than his own father. If he could learn and train from this master, then maybe things could turn for the better for the young wolf? Tiberius' mind was all aflutter with wild ideas stretching over the expanse of his mind.
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