it's ok, it's alright, it's true terror in the middle of the night. Give up if it makes you feel better, so surrender, so surrender.



He is greedy in his consumption of his Mother’s milk, unwilling to be knocked or pushed aside by either brother or his sister as he fastens onto his place in the line, his favoured position, for the black and silver child is often inclined to return to that which is familiar to him. It is a rare occurrence and yet it exists still within his mind- a sudden desire to stake a claim on that patch of grass or that parent or that sibling or that specific place within the den. At all other times he exists as a fairly mild child, causing no more grief then any other sibling and yet every now and then there is a turn within him, as if someone treads to far upon his patience and his mind and instinct fathom a different response entirely as it does now- teeth snapped at either side of himself to ward his siblings away from his assigned place on their Mother. His place. Always his place and no others. He enjoys repeatability, patterns, a repetition of tasks and as such has taken to completing the same ritual each and every morning as he rises from the den, surveys Diveen, patrols his personal piece of territory before returning to rouse his Mother and demand his meal. Of all of them he is perhaps the most…authorative, though he is hardly vocal about such a thing, indeed it merely bleeds from him, a sense of assurance and conviction in each and every thing he does- provided it is on his terms, provided it is within a familiar space.


He does not mind adventure, is not opposed to travelling the fields of Diveen to learn about what is new. Karios is often inclined to indulge him and as such he is given to favour her to some extent perhaps, her likeness to Father in colour and tone appealing to his gaze, just as the blackness of Zagen is appealing. On Castiel, the grey and silver child remains outside of his more pleasing visual range, those tal eyes surrounded in streaks of russet often given to narrow upon his younger brother as if he is personally to blame for his lack of conformity to the colour palette of the family. Ilias is a bold child, a determined child- a reckless boy to some extent and yet all such things are dependant on the deciding factor of…familiarity. That he does not well handle change is sure to become apparent in these moments as his belly is grown full and the black child with the silver tail and white underside is at last given to opportunity to focus on surroundings now that hunger is dealt with.


He is forced from his mother, any attempt to coerce her in laying down once more hindered by his much smaller size- though in time he would be the tallest of her children, huffing in momentary agitation before his teal gaze turns at last to survey the scene before him. For a moment he simply stands as Karios approaches with defiance, heading towards the white males though Ilias maintains his position beside Stella, small form stiffening noticeably with attention as his own tail lifts to stand over his spine and ears prick forward upon a head so sinfully perfect in design. Such a handsome creature he will be, a beautiful creature in time when puppy fat becomes muscle and he towers in height above so many. Though for now he merely appears comical as opposed to intimidating, eyes seemingly fixated upon the white males before him and his sire as eyes flicker suddenly from left t right and Karios blunders away to seek a game. He is not so fickle in his attentions as she, mind assaulted by an unfamiliar open land, unfamiliar males that do not smell of Diveen as his little body begins to…shudder. It is small at first, tiny trembles that seem to ripple through his frame as he sits- the unfamiliarity of this land finally beginning to sink in. new, new, everything new, unfamiliar….unknown, unknown…..not safe. Saliva pools readily and unbidden in his jaws, as if mind and body do not communicate and his actions become confused as he drools readily and freely now from those tiny lips, tongue parting to pant as if he reacts to things unseen, his emotions…wrong, uncontrolled, as if he in hungry and hot all at once and yet seemingly neither before those tiny jaws part and his head is thrown back….to release the most horrific of screaming howling sounds


“Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!”


It simply goes on without end, the sound so enormous for one so small as he merely shrieks and shrieks over and over again- unable to stop, as if this meltdown is triggered by something so simple as a change of packs and land and unfamiliar scents- his mind overloaded and rapidly shutting down….





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Elijah x Stella