The skeleton demon is quick to pick up the scent of his mother, half siblings, and Elijah. He had been out, stalking through Moladion both alone and with his brother Segin, killing and purging the world of weakness with the swiftness of a forest fire. He wasn't big enough yet to take down a full grown wolf, but Arcturus grew larger and stronger each day, and soon he will be a force of nature. Until that day, he lingered somewhat close to his mother, hoping to gain all of her knowledge she was willing to teach in order to better himself. Maybe he was the only one of her children who held such an attachment that kept him so close all this time, but it did not weigh on his mind. All he knew was that he was going to be as great as Stella one day, the greatest of all his siblings.
He stalks in deadly silence, black nose leading him as his cold eyes searched the surrounding area for sign of the small band. He knew his mother well enough to know where she would lead them after once more leaving another pack: the crags. He had been raised here before he followed after Lucian and was soon after taken to live in Diveen. With the fall of the angel city, meant the move of his family, and so he had followed in the shadows as they went to Asteraia where all the monsters lived. Once more however, they had left, unwilling to live under the rule of one they deemed inferior. Arcturus did not follow with them directly this time, instead he wandered off on his own to meet up with his brother Segin. Along the way however, he witnessed something truly intriguing, and so he continued to press for more information, to use it, to exploit it for his own good.
The young hell singed boy does not know of what has transpired with his younger half brother, nor does he particularly care. If he was weak, then he deserved to be purged from the world just like everyone else. He had been eyeing his younger siblings closely, looking for any weakness, and so far, his eyes had been dead set on Ilias, sensing something strange about the boy. For now though, he would watch closely, to see if he could master his weakness, or if the skeleton demon would have to kill his own blood. It was the way of the world in Arcturus's mind, and he had no problem carrying out what he thought to be right, even if it was family. Family meant very little to him, blood was blood and it all spilled the same.
He spotted movement up ahead atop the stones that he knew well, stalking forward and up the stones until he saw his mother, siblings, and Elijah before him. He moved forward, uninterested in what his half siblings were doing and more interested in telling his mother what he had learned in his latest excursions. He stopped before her, tail flicking out in silent greeting to both her and her mate. "The old angel Heyel has fallen, purged from this world by two wolves I do not recognize but smell of Taviora and Glorall," his words were blunt and straight to the point, delivering the news while his eyes stared sharply at his dam, gauging her for any reaction to this news. "The angels are in discord. The heir Achilles is plotting revenge, others usurpation," he ends, showing her that he was a silent shadow over moladion deadly and dangerous with the information he was gathering slowly. If he gained enough, he would be able to hold lives in his paws and crush them if he see's fit.
1 ☠ of lucian and Stella ☠ chained to none ☠ heartless ☠ wanders |