He has been turning, moving, wandering, pacing within the shadows of the borders of Diveen, his depraved mind refusing to allow him to cross the invisible line, memories, snapshots of moments, fractured and broken turn within the darkened tendrils of his conscious and he remembers, he remembers and he goes no further. He cannot. The Demons of his mind will not allow him and yet his need for his mate drives him onward still, increasing his frustration until his claws rip at the earth and his breathing becomes laboured and rough, old wounds ripping open to leak blood down his injured left shoulder. Three more are dead because of Aaliyah, dead because she left him and he cannot understand this thing, he cannot perceive her pregnancy anymore then he can perceive the sons born from it. He will never love them, never care for them and indeed- perhaps he will never meet them. It matters not, he does not care, does not understand that to save their children Aaliyah had been forced to birth them to the Pack of her Sister. He knows only that she is gone, rages over it, frustrated at his inability to express any form of emotion other then rage and frustration at himself. He does not understand, he cannot, he is trapped within his own void of blackened oblivion and Moladion has suffered for his version of grief, three dead, two escaped and another two injured, perhaps still bleeding within the water he’d left them. Yet he has suffered to, the marks of tooth and claw evident on his hulking, powerful frame as he paces into the night like a caged animal, eyes unblinking, pattern unchanging as he moves and his shoulder bleeds afresh. It is his worst injury, yet inflicted entirely by himself, his own jaws having torn free a chunk of his flesh understanding only that when he is hurt- she comes. So he has hurt himself, torn himself a part in an sickeningly sad effort to return her to him.
He does not understand what she does at her den within the pack land, why she returns to it again and again. He had given her his den, by his own understanding and yet to call the mountain cave a den was a laughable thing, the demonic creature had presented her with a palace of a beauty near exquisite as himself, though he saw no such thing within it, understood only that she shares such a place with him, that she did not return to it as he did and does each day, his mind unable to perceive time, returning each day in a pattern, his anger renowned each time he finds she is not there, for he cannot understand her absence, he has no ability to do so- he merely becomes enraged at himself, a rage that consumes him and forces him to savage half of Moladion, to feed and feed in an attempt to sate his hunger for his mate, unable to distinguish the two needs. He pauses in his motion, sudden and abrupt, reptilian eyes lifting as her figure moves across the pack land, the blackened creature sliding back into the shadows of his own kingdom, caressed and soothed by the darkness as he moves away from the pack land, skirting her trail, following on soundless black wings to whisper across the earth and slice through the darkness like an obsidian blade until her scent lingers within his nose and he changes direction. Perhaps she is not his imprint yet this does not matter, he knows as no other can- her location, always, always as he emerges from the night, parting from the darkness like a living shadow to come to her, bloodied form reaching for her as her teeth and tongue groom his fur in the way he likes best, growl of pleasure so deep and rich rumbling within his chest. She speaks, his ears moving with the sounds of the words, listening to the tone for indeed it cannot be said wether he truly understands speech or not, perhaps he merely mimics the sounds, though his ability to perceive language is indeed limited, it is Aaliyah who has learned to speak in ways he understands. Jaws part, reaching to grasp her muzzle in his favoured repeated gesture, a term of deep affection though wether he understands it cannot be said as he grips her muzzle in his fangs before he speaks, for her, only for her, folding his words upon each other to form a tangible sentence, seeking her reaction to assure himself the words are right.
"Missed you, most of all, love."
It is a rehash of words spoken long ago within Judila, combined with her own and yet the final word an indication of something more, that indeed it would seem he has understood her Latina though he does not speak it in return, his mind having translated the words with shocking ease, returning them to her though how this has occurred is impossible to say. He slides against her, bloodied shoulder brushing against her ‘once’ pristine form for indeed he is unaware she may not enjoy having blood smeared across her, his mind incapable of that assumption as he circles around her, sliding against her, teeth teasing at her pelt as he makes his way to her head once more, gripping her scruff, tugging her forward, pulling her back in the direction of their den. A command to follow, demanding she return with him.
"Home."
It is a single word spoken in a tone as flat and expressionless as his features yet the meaning is clear as his eyes rest against her own, expectant, waiting...before his head tilts suddenly, twisting, tilting as if in response to an unusual sound before he comes forward again extending his muzzle towards her, pressing it into her pelt, growl coiling in his throat, though indeed not directed at her as he stepped back, confusion and aggression lingering upon his form, wariness seeping into his frame as heckles abruptly lifted. He can smell them. He can smell his children, though he does not know them to be as such, he merely scents others upon the pelt of Aaliyah, other males and Aaliyah is his, his aggression sudden and violent as his tail lashes, and lips lift from bloody fangs from his nights feeding.
"I smell them. Aaliyah is mine, mine, mine."
The words, deep and smooth ran easily from his lip as the snarl subsided, the final word repeated as always like a broken record, dead eyes trained on her own, though he does not blame her, he cannot, he rages now because other males have touched her and Tobias will never allow this. He has sought to destroy his male siblings for he will allow Jaidah to have no other son but he and indeed, given the chance, he will destroy his sons in turn, for Aaliyah will have none but he.
TOBIAS
"He’ll Only Break Your Heart" 