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Posted on June 19, 2015 at 03:54:20 AM by Elijah
 He does not answer Jaidah’s call any more then he answered Isola’s. He answers no one. They answer no one. They. They who share his body- are above senseless domination. It is curiosity that brings him from his chosen den, that behemoth of a wolf marked in snow and black, his handsome head a very replica of Tobias’ own atop a body filled with the richest and most pure of blood to ever taint these lands, a blood passed to his children, a line made further pure in them by the additions of Stella, Abraxus, Kiska and those who came before. He is pleased with his work, content enough in his new home though for how long he will last cannot be said. He is used to being ignored, used to being left in peace to guard the outlands of Diveen- had come to Asteraia only because the children and Stella had needed the rest and shelter it provided, the land barren and vacant, the scent of Alpha and stale and as such he had found a freedom of sorts among the fields- to continue just as he always had. That monster of Angel and Demon so many trembled before or turned from. He is an Assassin, one of the last true creatures to carry that title and as such his loyalty is a truly fickle thing- a thing Jaidah does not own in any sense of the word. Her pack was a necessity in this moment and perhaps once Stella had recovered and the children had aged he would turn from them, leave once more, seek the loner lands with his mate alone, though for now he comes, for now he answers. At least he is willing to hear her call as he and so many, many others had been unwilling to hear the cal of Covet- the wolves of Moladion abandoning him to nothing more then a hollow shell of what it had once been, thoughts of The Tantrum King bringing a fading chuckle to the giants black lips as he moves to approach this so-called Alpha. He knew of the challenge upon this land, new the wolfess whom had challenged- for he had covered her one year, though no children had emerged from such a union. Why she desired a pack he could not say, politics are a bore to his mind and outside the realm of his often lacking social skills, the boy unaware of her connection to Tobias though his ears had heard whispers, as the ears of assassins so often do and if it was so that this…Reaver, whoever he was, had harmed a possession of the Black Prince then even the Angels themselves cold not pray enough to spare Asteraia the wrath of the Nightmare of Moladion- but time would tell and if it were so he would re-consider once more. He….fears his sire, somewhere deep within him, mind incapable of seeing his own strength and size over the darkened wolf whom had fathered him. He had known only fear from him, ever since his youngest days and such a fear could not be undone, not readily, nor easily. It is hidden though, well hidden and concealed within the depths of his muscular, powerful form. He offers no greeting on his approach, emerald eyes merely drifting from one female to the next, tail flicking slightly as he seats himself, red heckles laid flat as Ego dances within his mind, delighted at the scent of weakness that permeates the air, Elijah however, is stronger today- such things ignored as he simply sits- finding his voice at last in those youthful, deep tones, ears twisted atop his head in search of the approach of his mate- the boy having grown…closer to her, since the birth of the children he watches over, unwilling to involve himself to deeply with them, though remaining ever protective. “Elijah.” He can smell…something, someone….that had once been familiar though the scent is not strong here and as such his mind cannot grasp the memory that eludes him- for now. 8 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Father to Zagen, Castiel, Ilias & Kairos || Mate of Stella || Never to Imprint || Diveen |
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- = Just An Illusion = - By Galileo June 19, 2015 at 04:11:23 AM
LOST MY SOUL; - By REAVER June 23, 2015 at 02:44:04 PM
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