He is wide in his patrol of his pack lands, allowing She of Red and White to travel ahead with the dark one she has claimed as her own, her teeth driving at him with vehemence each time he had sought to remove the child until her scent and that of milk and himself had slowly lathered the boy and ridded him of hints of Stella and Elijah- soothing Tobias enough, perhaps, to spare the child Flare had claimed as her own. Yet he watches still over his chosen mate, eyes of reptilian cold cast upon them as they wander forward and his own form glides sideways to sniff and search at the further borders. He is never far from She, the shadow to her flame, never allows her to be unguarded. For she is his possession, his belonging and he is protective of She. For She is chosen, like him, not for eating and though no bond of soul is given to force itself upon him and force his tolerance as it is with She of Scars- his tie to her is surely no weaker, for instinct demands her presence, demands he guard her, watch her, remain forever vigilant of what is his own. He turns from her now, muzzle lowered once more to the earth to inhale the scents that litter it, one paw scraping at dust and grass in some manner of curiosity, tongue sliding over his lips as ears twist and turn, aware of all the exists around him before that head of darkened perfection lifts, emerald gaze fixated once more upon She of Red and White and the small black child that wanders behind her- the sight of another, large dark creature followed so closely by a form so large of snowy white and red sees the curtain of his lip peel back to display the white of his fangs.

Heckles bristle like darkened knives, form extended rapidly forward to stride towards those whom approach his mate unwelcomed. He knows these scents, knows this taint of Stella, one he has long accepted, fed beside and yet the scent of the other is one that sees the demons of his mind bristle and roar and scrape with painful claws at the inside of his skull. He does not favour his male children, knows well the scent of Elijah- as intolerable of they as he is of male siblings, so many of his own blood having met their death at his jaws for instinct demands it. Jaidah may have only one true heir, siblings are not permitted and sons whom were never defended by their mother, sons whom never held his scent are confused perhaps- within his own mind….for siblings. It is the fault of Aaliyah surely that he comes upon Elijah with such rage, his fractured mind untaught, as it has been with Flare, that this is a child born of himself, to be protected, guarded- spared his jaws by her scent and the youth upon them as his mind is conditioned so slowly to accept his sons. Aaliyah had left well before she could offer their children such protection and as such he sees a sibling. A vile, hateful sibling to be destroyed. For only he may have their Mother’s attention, he, the runt of Jaidah’s litter whom had been forced to fight so very hard for his survival had become fixated on consuming his siblings, on forcing them aside to fill his own belly- a fixation carried well into adulthood as the insanity of his mind prevents him from seeing the truth that exists before him.

A roar is spat free of his lips upon his approach, a call for Flare to turn, to see the creature whom touches her claimed child , his own form launched forward to send teeth snapping at Stella’s delicate facial features, aiming to drive her back from the child, to attempt to force himself between them as snarls ripple and roll within his throat and deadened eyes hold upon their gaze upon her. He does not understand this is her child, cannot, teeth snapping at her though rage does not yet consume him….for she is as he, one he has accepted, one he seeks to drive back without a need to kill though how long his patience will last cannot be said. Elijah however, is not near so fortunate, teeth flung violently towards him should he dare to approach. He waits only so long as it takes Flare to reach him, to focus her own attention upon Stella before he turns from her, moving now towards Elijah. He can smell the fear upon him, smell the blood within him, teeth bared and heckles risen as he strides forward again and again- his attention fixated upon the son he seeks to destroy, brought to him at last…..


((I’ll post Elijah after Flare posts again just so I don’t have to post Tobi and Elijah on top of each other haha))