Her muzzle is suddenly thrust into the ebony of his fur, green eyes narrowed at this response as his head inclines to look towards her once more, curiosity existing upon him now as he struggles to perceive why the girl is content to behave in such a way. He is not used to females, not truly, he has grown with his brother and Father, Mother the only female to which he truly holds and understanding and as such perhaps he is…insecure around this girl to a certain extent- eyeing her with clear and wary disdain and she proceeds to attempt to very near breath him in. That long-haired male shuffles slightly, head tilted as he turns to face her once more now, pulling away from her touch as his head tilts in some evident attempt to understand this situation.

“Stop that.”

It is all he offers, the only word of warning he is content to give, those smooth lyrics slipping easily from his parted jaws, lacking the whinging, shrill sound of before- almost as if he has decided upon an entirely different voice. He is nothing if not observant and near dangerously so- every muscle within the female is keenly observed, every twitch of her features recorded somewhere within the depths of his ever cunning mind- a cunning that is so seemingly concealed beneath an almost childish façade. Some predators are simply more perfect then others, some are far more hidden. The world has feared Tobias for so very long, they have shunned Elijah, murdered Seir for his blood and hidden from Riven in all her insanity and yet they grin at Lonhro, see the smiling child with the features so beautiful, so fine and delicate, the blood of his Mother’s lineage equally resplendent as that of his sire’s- generations of perfection and powerful form crafted so smoothly into the strangely coated boy as black as a slick of oil with hairs of a rare length that grow fine and silken, wispy like taints of mist that adorn his limbs and that exquisite tail. They see a sweet boy with eyes so green and a grin so wide and greet the boy with open arms- so unaware of just what he is capable of- of just what he will be in time. Smarter the Tobias ever was, more cunning then Flare has ever been and with the form and features to which even an Angel would grow envious.

She answers him then, as he looks upon her with curiosity, claiming she is not lost, his mind assured that she most certainly is as his gaze narrows upon her once more- tail flicking in some mild displeasure with her offered words though he adds not further of his own. This mention of Brother however seems to seize his attention. Brother is a word he understands, head nodded in response to this although truly he simply agrees to the word brother rather than the implication of the word itself. He does, after all, have a brother, one made of light and shade- his favoured being and as such admits to this. That she is talking about her own brother evidently escapes his notice until she seems to offer a description of sorts. Whether or not he truly understands the description being offered cannot be said, his words are limited, for neither Mother nor Father offer them and as such he can it be expected that he learns beyond what he cannot reach? Emerald gaze simply remains fixated upon the girl before she pauses, the tone to her voice, the stare she offers- indicating some form of expectation perhaps- her body language indicating question, the boy having learned to respond to these blank stares.

“Zagan.”

He offers the name and no else, evidently successful in connecting the violet-eyed creature with the name it had possessed and yet his skills, evidently, finish here- for another scent falls upon him- an instinctive alarm that sees him bristle and yet submit all at once. It is a curious combination of reactions to be sure and yet perhaps they speak only of the future. He submits for now- because instinct demands it of him, submits because he has been made to respect and yet….he will only grow, in time and in strength, his blood designed for little other then domination and in time perhaps he will seek to rebel against this singular dominating force and exert his own power. For now however he holds no such foolish desires, slinking within the hole craved out by the hare to conceal his form from the Black Angel that glides across the earth on wings of whispered death. Yet the girl does not heed his waring as he offers it, steps away from him and towards Tobias as he comes, Lonhro so very aware of each and every line within the form of his dark sire. There is no tolerance today, the black creature agitated, irritated with foreign scent and yet…Lonhro makes no move to assist her. It is survival of the fittest, it is simply the law of nature, he holds no emotion nor affection for her and as such offers no assistance to one he barely knows. He simply crouches lower, shrinking his form as another hiss slithers from parted lips. He is not a selfish creature, no- but he is a practical one, one born and bred to survive and so he will.

It is the scent of the girl child that so drives the demons of Tobias mind to irritation, the scent of Elijah cloying each and every vein within her form that allows that heated blood to pump and circulate with decadent delight and lure him ever closer. She is older, this child, lacking the milk scent and the scent of himself that had so saved the life of Mellisandre and spared Singe and Lonhro in turn. Emerald eyes lift and rotate within his skull, fixating upon the single movement that so dictates the attention of the predator as his prey stands several feet away. She is foolish to stand as she does, small paws carrying her further forward as his form adjusts on graceful wings of obsidian black to turn towards her more fully now, each stride carrying his hulking form only closer and closer still. He can scent her, very near feel the beat of her heart as jaws part to allow his tongue to lick at his lips in satisfaction of the meal to which he has been afforded. She is not pack, he is not permitted to consume pack and yet the She of Scars had offered him nothing in regards to those whom trespassed.

That she is family, his own grandchild- remains to be seen, his mind incapable of this conclusion and yet perhaps, even were it so, he would surely not be given to care. Family is competition, family cannot be allowed to survive, each of his siblings hunted and driven from these lands one at a time for instinct had demanded it of him until he alone stood as the soul heir to Jaidah- the son to whom she showered all her attention and love…..and food. Yet it is here his mind becomes fractured, distorted, perceiving all related to himself as siblings, not as son or daughter. He does not perceive them as the success of his personal line, sees only competition for the attentions of Flare and as such seeks to eradicate once more- lost within the throes of a madness all his own. Lips pull back to expose whitened fangs, heckles bristling along his spine at his approach as head and tail lift high in the dominant stance of an Alpha atop his kingdom. He has not seen Lonhro, has not scented him- perceives only Kairos in these moments as his giant form of blackened perfection pauses before her and saliva parts his jaws to fall like thickened rain about her, perhaps on her as he stands above.

He inhales her own scent now, filling his nasal cavities with the scent of Elijah- the scent he so despises as his head lowers so suddenly, lowers until those eyes of deadened emerald fixate upon her own and from her level- the rancid heat of his breath sure swell around her. He is all she has been warned off, all she has been told to avoid by her Father and Mother alike- the pinnicle of her lineage, the crafter of all and yet his mind is nothing but a tangled pile of wasted and fractured thought- his physical perfection offset by the demons that screech within as eyes hold upon her own unblinking an what remains of his mind seeks only to assure him she is not of pack, no, no, not pack- not his own and thusly she is food, a weakness to be consumed as each muscle coils within- jaws lunged with a snarl of sickening proportions- aimed to grasp the girl child in his jaws and shake the life from her.

His muzzle however is met with pin pricks of pain as the small and blackened creature flings itself from it’s place concealed within the hole to fall upon his muzzle in a snarling, nipping furore that sees Tobias one face snatched back and away, emerald gaze fixated now upon Lonhro as the small child of ebony and flame stands before the girl, pressed upon her, pressing her back in an effort to guide her towards the rabbit hole he himself had occupied mere moments. Tiny jaws part to emit his own roar of sorts, the ears of the blackened Nightmare pricked forward at this baby shrieking, his own lips peeled back again to blast a screeching sound so very horrific is drowns out the cry of Lonhro entirely and yet…..for several moments this continues, the son content to snarl and roar at his sire, the Demonic vagabond offering the same in return……a language unspoken. Until Tobias proceeds to step forward once more and Lonhro bows, ears flattened against his skull, form lowered rapidly to the earth- the unfortunate Kairos surely lost in this exchange, one born and built of instinct alone, one based upon the very law of nature and no other as Lonhro simply rolls to expose his underside, form stiff with nerve and fear and yet he offers it all the same in an effort to appease his sire whose nostrils flare to inhale his own scent.

This is a scent he knows, the scent of himself and Flare- the odour of She of Red and White assuring a…reluctance within the Demon to seize the boy child in his fangs. For She does not permit it, frustration evident upon his features as a final snarl is spat free of his lips and his form is given to seat itself abruptly, to lower itself to the earth, eyes of deadened emerald fixated now upon the children though he moves no further- for now, simply given to watch, to wait……to wait for the girl child to wander away from the one whom is protected, to wait perhaps, for one or the other to commit a mistake that will see his jaws seize upon them as he simply stares, unblinking, watching- waiting, his fixation ended for now, stopped, somehow, by Lonhro and yet the demons of his mind hunger still as he sits- watching over his offspring, or so it would seem.

It is only in this moment that Lonhro allows himself to rise once more, head and tail lowered still as he slinks backward and away from his seemingly resting sire, emerald gaze turned to fixate now upon the girl once more, puppy teeth snapped suddenly at her in evident irritation- catching her upon her muzzle perhaps- were she not fast enough to move, to punish her for not listening.

“No….look at him….no look- is waiting for….you too….move away from….me. Will…..eat you.”

His words are fractured, broken, attempting to explain what is occurring in these moments. He understands his sire to some extent, understands it is the scent of Flare upon him and in turn- upon Kairos now that protects her from Tobias’ fangs and yet….the Demon simply waits, watches, eyes unblinking upon the pair. He is waiting for Kairos to move away from Lonhro, for the scent of Flare to move away from her and permit his consumption of her. Tobias waits for Kairos to be free of Lonhro’s protection, rested and watching like death itself.

“He….does not…..like you. You smell…..of others…..he is waiting yes, yes, waiting and watching…..do not……look at him- makes him….angry and mad then he….will eat and I have….no friend left.”

His shoulders roll in a shrug of sorts, as if his words hold no particular meaning, the fractured sentence perhaps not wholly clear to the girl he has defended- though why perhaps cannot be said- his form remaining in front of her own- a living barrier between She and He- though for how long Tobias patience will hold cannot be said.

“He….does not…..use the speaking.”