THE DREAM CALLS FOR BLOOD

This underground world below a home that he knew so well - how could he have not known about so many of its treasures? His blood's den was situated higher in the crags where all of them could watch and tower above those who opposed. Yet there were very few times in which he had been curious of or had known about the hell below the mount that they had deemed home.

Perhaps it were because of his insipid creator's demands to remain in the vicinity of the den at all times and to never wander into uncharted territory without her supervision. Apparently there was some 'uncle' that they had yet to meet who is far too keen on eating them rather than greeting them. But if he was so kindly looked upon by Stella then why mind so much of his presence? It bored Asterion with the reasons why this was this way and that was that - not to mention just plain pissed him off that he couldn't go anywhere!

He was a year old now and certainly big enough to watch his own back and so were his siblings. They were raised to be independent and forged from hell-fire itself so why not let them loose upon the land?? The answers and excuses to these questions were always blocked out of his mind when they came. He knew that they were always bullshit to keep them close to home again. But today.. yes today he would break from this strangling hold his mother had upon them and sneak his way into the caverns. It's not like it was really that far..

Quietly.. carefully.. he slipped from the watchful eye of his creator only by the grace of Bellatrix's own meddling that diverted her attention for the perfect amount of time. The golden brindled boy made his way down a side path to the crags' foothill and just as quickly entered into one of the openings to feast his eyes upon the marvels of the darkness below.

It is quiet at first as he silently pads through the stone and silt of this other world but words soon fall upon attentive ears in a feminine ring from just down the tunnel. The odor of all who had entered here before him assaulted his nose and the overpowering stench of death ruled above them all. It would only lead him straight to her.

The bulky young male continues onward until it is that a more masculine voice is spoken louder now as he nears in a rather insistent tone. The tip of the male's skull is all that can be viewed from behind the boulder that Asterion now creeps upon, though it is when he peers around and witnesses the true enchanter that lay just at the brown male's paws. Deep blue eyes narrow in distaste for the brute's obvious selfishness before a dame such as the female before him and brazenly he steps forward to demand attention.

"And if she does not agree?" It is spoken in a near growl, the gravel in his voice apparent despite the fact that he is only half his full-grown size. His eyes avert to the large tawny paw that now threatens to crush the previously untouched carcass before the goddess lupine, to the pale-faced girl, and then back to the male. A connection is made toward the fiery-eyed female instantaneously and anger heats up within his chest in response to defending she and her prizes. It is unfamiliar and strange yet he does not question it. Maybe he's succumb to love at first sight or maybe he's just crazy.