:: The o.r.i.g.i.n.a.l Sin ::

He is unsettled and greatly so, the adrenaline that laces his form rippling through his entire frame though how much of his emotion had been born from anger and how much from fear surely cannot be said. It has been years since he has looked upon those emerald eyes of his sire, years of fearing and loathing the creature whom had taken his mother from him having resulted in a shift within his mind, an anger and rage and resentment all at once and yet it is a fear he has never truly faced, some part of his mind believing still that the darkened male stood above him, that he held within him a strength unconquerable. He does not see his own strength and size, cannot be made to notice the age within his sire and indeed for a moment still he had feared, held back, apprehensive to lay fangs against him and perhaps if not for Stella such a fear may never have truly been assaulted. He had fought for his child, his son, because instinct had demanded it- though most of his attentions had been fixated upon Flare, so much within him still given to pull away from that blackened King of the fields. He is disturbed to learn of his Father�s rise in such a manner, the younger male ill at ease, even Ego is silent within the vault of his mind as his thoughts plague at him. They had achieved their return of their son, Zagen wrestled free of the jaws of Flare though for how long surely could not be said. If she desired it so he held little doubt the red and white female would return over and over for what her wretched mind perceived as hers.

He has lived so long beneath the shelter of Angels that perhaps he has come to depend upon them to some extent. For years they had kept him safe, even against better judgement and the disdain of Heyel. Perhaps they had never loved him or cared for him- but they had kept Tobias at bay and it had taken mere days for the Nightmare to rise even higher in the wake of their defeat. He is unsettled by it all, unwilling to fully accept this change or acknowledge the insecurity he feels- emotions he had never previously known to exist and as such perhaps his temper is short this day. He had been awarded a victory of sorts of his sire and yet still he had hesitated, more then once, during the heat of battle, intimidated still by a creature he has forever been taught to fear. What he had surely not anticipated however, was Stella, his mate moving as he had not seen before, her talent for battle an exceptional thing and as such he had found himself moving easily with her rhythm. She was a compliment to him, her size rivalling his own, her strength unaltered despite her age and in those moments he had perhaps become only more endeared to her in some regard. She was�.pleasing to him and perhaps this is the first true realisation of this.

The climb upward was completed with ease for the giant male, powerful form and long limbs easily formulating his ascent as heavy paws struck at the earth, pausing briefly to meet the gaze of his mate before his eyes linger upon the children that follow. He makes no move to assist them, emerald gaze fixated upon his only daughter as she struggles to haul herself upwards, the first of his children to truly manage the feat and for a moment he finds himself almost pleased with her- though he offers no such words, eyes drifting from one son to the next as they too attempt to climb. His gaze is near�predatory as it rests upon them, eyes flicking from one to the other, searching for weakness perhaps- frowning slightly as Ilias lunges upward merely moments later, one of the childs eyes seeming to blink far more rapidly than the other before his attention returned briefly to his daughter.

�This one I like- that one confuses me.�

His handsome dark head nods from Karios to Ilias, entirely unsure of what to make of his son, evidently oblivious to any feelings that may well be crushed in that moment as his giant form turns to pace back towards his mate now, allowing his side to brush against her in this relief and fleeting moment of contact.

�I find myself tired of Alpha and their politics.�

It is all he offers, the words very near spoken on a sigh- the male given to simply find himself tired today, irritable and tired.

i can feel your heart beat
8 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Father to Zagen, Castiel, Ilias & Kairos || Mate of Stella || Never to Imprint || Diveen

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