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Posted on July 20, 2015 at 01:03:17 PM by Elijah
 He moves behind Stella, his own long white limbs carrying him smoothly across the earth and towards the destination his mate had set. If he had noticed their missing son he had said nothing of it. He is not the most doting of parents. He provides for his offspring and nothing more, assures they remain fed and sheltered, defends them when need be and yet it is their own task to keep up with their family pack. He will not wait for stragglers or weaklings. If a child is not strong enough to remain beside him, then it is not strong enough to bother feeding. How long Zagan had been missing he hardly knows. Had he seen the boy wondering he would surely have brought him back, called for him, carried him if need be and yet his focus had been upon Stella and the other three, on moving from home to home and somewhere in between it would seem he had become separated from his dark son whom reminds him so very, very much of his sire that it is near sinful to his mind. Hateful. Zagen saved only by the violet of his gaze from being the nightmare of Elijah’s mind. Ego taunts him with it always, whispering of how very like the Black Prince the boy is given to be, born in the very shadow of his grandsire and with the eyes of Heyel, as if to only deepen the wound. Perhaps he had not been all that heartbroken at the loss of Zagen after all. He cared for his son, he did and yet his emotions are stunted things, care does not come naturally to him, he does not know how to show it, to feel it, to express it even if he desires to do so. His affection even with Stella herself is limited, cautious, the giant male forever respectful of her space and yet intensely curious of her all at once. He desires a closeness of sorts from her and yet remains unsure of how to seek it, demand it or ask for it- he simply follows in her wake now. His parental instincts are not near so falsified as his sire and with the scent of his son thick once more the male is determined now to retrieve what is his- even if his mind revolts violently from the scent of Tobias that laces everything. The mere sight of the emerald eyed demon sees his pace falter, heckles bristling upon his spine as teeth expose beneath the curtain of his lip. It has been years since he has seen his sire, truly seen him, that wolf of nightmare whom had plagued both waking and sleeping dreams- the reason for his Mother’s abandonment. Tobias’ snarl sees his ears flatten- submissive near instantly though he loathes himself for it, attempts to force himself forward all the same until he stands beside Stella in a show of unison. His is younger then any here, stronger, larger, faster- far more powerful- it should be he they bow too, each of them- not the aged Black Prince. Yet a lifetime of fear cannot be overcome in a mere moment, hesitation reeking from the his hefty form as Tobias only seems to seize upon it, a snarl coiling rapidly within Elijah’s throat to spit towards him in warning all the same as his own mind begins to shuffle and twist. Why do you let him dominate you? He is stronger then me, he always has been- Mother is dead because of him. I had no family because of him. He is old Elijah, weaker then you, then us, you fear a lie- everything about him is a lie Don’t. Forget it. Just leave me alone. If you will not take him- then I will. He has our child, our son- will you let him raise it as his own? Let that boy suffer as we did? Whatever answer may well have been formulated from within the mind of Elijah is lost, head thrown in a sudden, frantic motion as it seems two beings war for one body and for the barest of moments Ego seems to seize control, plunging forward with teeth bared as Tobias owns fangs extend- father and son colliding in a snarling furore of teeth and saliva before both pull apart, Ego’s head flung frantically once more as Elijah struggles to regain control and Flare charges towards Stella. It is the defensive of his mater, perhaps, that so seems to break the hold of Tobias’ stare upon him, the black headed giant lunging forward now to place himself in front of Stella, heckles raised and fangs bared. Flare he will meet, Flare he does not fear- his own head gestured towards Tobias. If Stella claims to feel something for him then let her reason with him, his attention fixated wholly upon Flare now as he snarls once more, performing his own false lunge now- testing the red and white female right back- seeing if she may simply be chased off….. 8 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Father to Zagen, Castiel, Ilias & Kairos || Mate of Stella || Never to Imprint || Loner |
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