He has never really been one for family, having been sent away at two by his mother, and has always kept his distance from Tobias. Jaidah warned him about the fratricidal male, the dark prince of Moladion. He had no wish to die just yet, however, so he has not sought for his eldest sibling. Make no mistake the blood of the strong runs deep within the veins of Jumanji, his mother having taught him all she could in those two years before her unfortunate demise. He misses his mother, and indeed will until his final breath, but such things could not be helped and thus, the monochrome demon is content to live his life as she had dictated he would.

He quite enjoyed his surroundings today, the pine trees creaking their protests against the winds of the coastal areas. Irish colored eyes scan the area around him, looking as far as he could after he lowered his head from song. Jumanji is an oddity, instinctual genius, a smart animal. He knows what is expected of him here, he will come to know and understand the way things work under the paw of Tesseract and the equal claws of Caligula. He is about to lay his body down, relaxing in the shadows of the trees, but something catches his eye. His vision is perfection, dark and silent on her paws as she postures, making the fur along his spine bristle in response.

It is not a disrespectful raising of hackles, more of an instinctual response to any posture, a show of his own willingness to fight should need be. His ears slide back on his head as he eyes her, but he makes no move to threaten, merely let her understand that he has his boundaries as well. Patient citrine and jade gaze fills itself, gorges on her vision as she moves forward. The dark male once more allows his ears to motion forward, his nose taking in and familiarizing himself with the scent of power on her cloak.

"Where is your brother?" He asks, smirking. Jaidah has told him of all the important families, letting him know to avoid those who would label themselves Angels, to align with Demons or the offspring of the Failed Queen. Here he is, then, knowing of this particular pairs...skewed tastes. Jaidah had always found them rather entertaining with their possessive habits of one another, perhaps Jumanji finds it funny as well. He holds no qualms with it, and indeed would have most likely felt the same over Chevrille had she managed to make it through the sky falling. Lucky for Caligula's plan, the girl had not lived.

male :: four years old :: belongs to no one :: none bear his blood :: homeless