Hermes

Hermes was likely the most frightened appearing one out of the 6 of them on the front lines as the pack of Sabertooth approached the Proving Grounds after the bone-chilling call from Beartooth. If that was the dane king, how alike was Odin, the male from which Hermes rescued his lovely mate Aurora from. What he did not expect was for Aurora to also bear the Tarben prince’s children. He wished he could have sorted this out, not acted irrationally. But after the murder of several members of the royal families and several heartbreaks, war was the only option to the violent Tarben wolves. His heart beat way too fast – the adrenaline was unhealthy for prolonged periods of time. Even with this anxiety, Hermes felt that if he were able to fight off Odin, that he would still have the to-be alpha ranking in his paws. Aurora deserved that, especially after being rejected for the throne once before.

When both packs had gathered, Beartooth’s taunts resonated deep within Hermes, chilling him to the bone. His father, enraged and now aflame, began the war, feigning away from Beartooth before changing his trajectory to another wolf, similar in appearance to the Tarben King. Hermes looked around for his target, Odin, flying to the sky himself to get a better view. The Sabertooth prince was one of the last to do so, his movements stalled by fear of Odin – what if he could not handle his own against the brute? His pink eyes caught onto his sister, Khione as she screamed out in pain, and his eyes met the single good eye of the attacker. ”Odin.”

Odin

It was finally time to meet the Sabertooth prince prick that thought he could take the soulmate of the Tarben prince away. Odin marched proudly along with his father towards the Proving Grounds, his wings spread wide and split heterochromic eye staring out at their path. Odin was furious – he had no details about his children with Aurora. It didn’t surprise him that his Dane bloodline had produced children, rather, the Tarben prince was livid that he knew nothing about his potential children, aside from the fact that they lacked an ethereal pelt like Aurora or her fling. Sure, he could have gone over to Sabertooth at any point, given that his soulmate tie with Aurora could have led him straight to her paws, but unlike the skyborne prince, the ice prince knew better than to act on impulsivity and volition. That’s what he learned during his first war, and during this one, Odin swore he would not make the same mistake.

The Tarben prince waited patiently when they arrived at the Proving Grounds, sitting near his father as they awaited for the Sabertooth troops to arrive. His split pink and blue eye remained stoic, noting the appearance of all of the wolves arriving. Odin knew exactly what Hermes looked like – the Dane prince would never forget the day that Aurora was stolen from him. As he thought of her, he looked down at that pink strand extending its way towards Sabertooth, and without a second thought, he clawed at it, appearing unaffected by pain of a snapping soulmate bond, but below the surface, the hatred inflated instantaneously. This rage would fuel his fighting spirit. Odin remained stoic as his father taunted Sabertooth’s alpha and alphess, but when Achilles began the combat, Odin took his liberty to fly up in the sky, hoping Hermes would meet him.

The blind rage went after the first skyborne wolf he saw. He did not have time to process whether this was a male or female, but Odin charged after the skyborne Khione, powerfully snapping her wing and immobilizing her. He was about to rip into her more when a voice spoke. Odin. His gaze snapped to the source, finding another wolf, the one he had witnessed months prior take his soulmate, to whom hate coursed through his bloodstream for now. ”You son of a-“ He threw Khione by her broken wing to the side, not paying attention as she plummeted towards some shrubbery amidst the rocky lands of the Proving Grounds. Hermes’s gaze, however, remained locked on his sister as she plummeted towards her death, leaving him open. Odin charged forward, intending to stab his canines into his one eye, however, Hermes dodged at the last moment, causing only his maw and cheek to be scraped. Odin cursed under his breath – Hermes was born with wings, of course he’d have faster reflexes. And in that instant, the skyborne male retaliated, scratching the skin around his wounded eye open once again. Odin growled. ”Bastard.” to which Hermes responded, ”No, that’s you.”, which was followed by a cackle, cut short with an ‘oof’ as Odin rammed into Hermes’s chest, throwing the Sabertooth prince’s balance off for a moment, giving the Tarben prince an opportunity to latch his maw around a hind leg and plummet towards the ground, using the momentum to slam Hermes against the ground before Odin himself had a rough landing.

Hermes yelped in pain as his leg popped out of its socket, and snarled as his body was slammed against the ground. He felt his wing snap underneath him, however, the Sabertooth prince took advantage of Odin’s inexperience with flying and interrupted his landing with a swipe from his other leg, tripping the dane prince and causing him to tumble to the ground, snapping a wing of his own. Had to make it fair. Hermes rolled over, the momentum allowing him to stand over Odin, and growled ”You don’t deserve her, trash.” Odin smirked through his quick, breathy pants – the rapid change in air pressure was hard on his lungs, but he still had a trick up his sleeve. The brown male then laughed, to which Hermes’s face became etched with a look of confusion. ”Good fight, kid.” Odin spoke, his eye narrowing into a sinister stare. ”Not good enough, though.” Icicles shot sporadically into Hermes’s underside, conveniently missing all the vital organs. Odin wanted this boy to suffer, just as the prince had done to him. A different kind of suffering from heartbreak, sure, but this ice attack would leave the Sabertooth prince incapable of much for the rest of his life. As Hermes lost his balance and fell onto his side, Odin shuffled out from underneath and stood. ”Pitiful, really.” He taunted, before looking to his father.

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