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

He can see her there, jogging about within the field, chasing her sister away as his own teal eyes flicker about in some vague sense of interest. He has remained firmly within his den since their arrival here, his black body that faded to grey, silver and finally white upon his limbs remaining curled close to his Mother. Stella was not affectionate, she did not baby hi nor soothe his fears- she was merely a presence and yet for now her presence was pleasing to him, a comfort, a sense of normalcy that had permitted his mind to eventually seek calm amid the turmoil of their move from Diveen and the lands of his birth. He is a strong child, a powerful child- though how could he be any less with the blood of such creatures within his veins? His outward appearance nothing short of perfection as those red rimmed eyes continue to spy on the girl child from within his den. It is his mind perhaps- that has begun to suffer the strain of blood to dominant, to powerful and to potent to exist within just one body. He suffers as Father Elijah does and Grandfather Tobias before him though it would seem this curse grows lesser with generations, his own mind not near so broken as Tobias or fractured as Elijah. His problems…..are different entirely and far harder to see or understand.

He continues to watch, striking teal eyes narrowing near as the girl child continues to roam, dark features contorted into an unusual look that seemed to withhold both intrigue and disdain all at once, his gaze steadfast upon her before he allows his white limbs to carry his silvery grey and black body forward, black tail lashing about him a moment as he does. He is low, creeping, sliding across the earth and into the long grass. It has been days since he has left the den, refusing to play with Karios or Castiel- Zagen nowhere to be found and yet in his youth he does not miss his brother, some things simply understood. Zagen had been and now he was gone and that was all there was. He is the eldest of his siblings, perhaps the most assertive and yet perhaps the most….unusual by all accounts. His brother and sister take to exploring daily outside the den and he permits them as such, content to smell the scent of new things upon them each time they return, familiarising himself with that which is different and changed in a setting he finds appeasing. For change is an enemy, change and the unknown are dangerous to his mind and as such, despite their protests- he has remained inside for days….and days. He is not fearful, not truly, more so his mind simply believes he cannot possibly venture further until he is prepared, until each new scent no longer brings him to violence. Elijah is away, Stella is asleep, Castiel left to explore, Kairos within the other field with two other children and as such the time has come for his own emergence once more.

He rises from his previously sneaking position, tail upward and straight in some display of interest as the wickedly beautiful child makes his way towards the other, steps high and yet stiff as if he remains unsure and wary still- not of her, no, he hardly fears her, more so he is wary of the world around him and the potentially for a previously unobserved stimulus to strike at him as he approaches. He has nothing to say as of yet, instead merely proceeding to lope until he is behind her, following her, mimicking her movements as he paces behind her like a living shadow- some of his wariness seeming to flee as he partakes of this game, striding as she does through the fields in this unspoken game of Simon Says, copying each movement she makes.






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Elijah x Stella