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Posted on June 9, 2015 at 12:31:34 PM by Elijah
 He knows she is weaker, he can sense it upon her, smell it within her blood and yet he says nothing- does nothing, for he knows it will pain her to show such things to him. It is not for love nor true concern that he withholds his words. He merely understands pride, understands her, slowing his pace only subtly to facilitate her before breeching the borders of the field pack and allowing her to rest beneath the guide of needing to feed the babes that seem possessed by an eternal hunger. It is they he does not understand, the young ones, they are a mystery to him- he is insecure with them and often ignores them entirely for it is the work of females to raise them. It is simply his task to….look on, to guard them and so he does. Emerald eyes of reptilian green linger upon his mate as she rests, the children hurrying to crowd her as he turns his gaze away, oblivious too- to their missing son amongst the squirming bodies that gather around her. He steps away from them then, though hardly far, giant form of white and black paused and halted as he peers across the expanse of the field before his ebony head turns, gaze fixating upon a suddenly approaching being of white that sees his tail lash and a rumble of discord sound within his throat. He is…not used to social interaction, has never been truly educated in this regard, he is wary of others and perhaps rightly so though the blood within him thinks otherwise. It is hot blood, Heyel and Tobias all at once that stirs and wars within his veins, hissing and writhing beneath this façade of wariness he expresses while Ego whispers and his form seems to straighten further at the approach of the white male whom offers some dominance all the same. His own hulking, towering form remains stiff, upright and yet neutral…for now, tasting the scent of the other upon the air as he places himself distinctly between Eric and Stella as she rests. He is taller than this white male, far heavier and significantly younger then the aged specimen before him, the moment the blue eyes of his opponent brush across his children a hiss is spat from his throat, those startling red heckles, as blazing and bright as blood rise like a mowhawk of violent intent in a clear warning now. It is instinct alone that prompts this reaction. He knows of hunger, he knows of hunger for flesh especially and as such the look in the eyes of the other is well assured as his own head lifts slightly higher still, near 200lbs of muscle tensing in a very evident threat before he manages to speak through what is very near bared teeth. “There is no meal here- for either of us.” The words are meant for both, for Eric and himself, his children are not for eating, just as Elijah has no come to eat anything either- not today, not now. The approach of another sees him settle, if only slightly, this one a child, a weakling, nothing to him, though nether truly is the old male- both easy victims should he decide it so and yet he respects their space all the same, his threats offered and yet he does not press further upon them- offering merely warnings for now at least before the young one speaks. Black ears prick forward atop his skull as the boy speaks, head inclined towards him in this moment as that long, thick white tail flicks once more- though his heckles have since laid flat. “We came here because it is barren and scent of…Alpha is weak.” His language falters, if only slightly, voice youthful and yet deep as weight shifts from one heavy limb to another, listening once more to the boy as it speaks, the boy who is Angel, family perhaps and yet Elijah has long since declined to engage to heavily with family. They had…ignored him, for years, though how much of his abandonment is self-inflicted cannot be said. He had been away from them so long he had simply…forgotten, truly, how to deal with them, with gatherings, with others. Another growl rises readily within his throat now, word very near snapped towards the boy he believes to be Angel. “We seek neither. I do not desire my family any more then they desire me and I care little for allies. We have come because I will not bow to the Tantrum King of Diveen, I will not stand beneath one who would go to war because his feelings were hurt by a child. His weakling sensitivities will see his reign short and pointless and I cannot be bothered with pathetic things like that mewling puppy of a King who won only because Kane is aged. Opportunistic- if nothing else. Why follow a leader whom will lead you to ruin? I desire….to be left alone, with what is mine- but the small ones need pack- so we have come to these lands.” There is a pause now, this perhaps the longest sentence he has ever spoken, if not the most emotive- his thoughts on Diveen surely clear as the words are spat with a venom most distinct. “I come also…because I scent…something once familiar to me. Have you space for us or not?” He is nothing if not to the point, blunt, eyes cast sideways now and towards Izarra as she prowls upon the outskirts- the girl born of Stella and yet fathered by another, and as such he will not tolerate her, will not permit her near him or his brood and given the chance indeed…will slay her as nature intends. He remains before Stella all the same, protective, guarding- she is weak from the birth, this he understands though he remains assured she will recover and he will protect her until then. A snarl of warning offered towards Izarra still, if she wishes to trail her mother, then let her- but she will not be near him. Elijah’s allegiance, it would seem, earning Asteraia the potential for numbers greater than it would appear, the assassin some of Tobias of value it would seem to those seeking powerful young wolves. 8 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Father to Zagen, Castiel, Ilias & Kairos || Mate of Stella || Never to Imprint || Diveen |
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- we are the disease - By stella June 10, 2015 at 00:18:14 AM
band-aids don't fix bullet holes - By Kairos June 10, 2015 at 05:20:31 PM
:: So Surrender, So Surrender :: - By Ilias June 10, 2015 at 11:42:11 PM
RULED BY FATE. - By CASTIEL June 11, 2015 at 01:29:06 AM
bite me - By eric June 14, 2015 at 02:17:45 AM
Hello darkness, my old friend - By Kronos June 14, 2015 at 04:20:11 AM
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