hello darkness

my old friend

It is from the North that he comes, paws of the purest white carrying his lean and regal frame with ease across lands he remembers well. Though he is only half grown, the wolf boy travels alone and tales of his endeavors can be seen on his white and red body. Scars they all are, but fresh ones he has earned in the past months that he has been gone and out. It had begun first with following Everlast out of the packland, in hopes of bringing her back whole himself but instead he had simply gone on. Perhaps it is Seline in him, rearing her beautiuful twisted head and sending his paws wherever it was they would take him. His young body is extremely lean, for while he may be quick enough for field mice and the occasional fierce weasel, bigger things he is certainly no match for. He does not yet have the strength to feed himself at the rate he should be eating, and his lush and thick puppy fur clings rather close to his skeletal frame.

Kronos does not mind- a Satanican is an independent soul from the get, and from the time he and his brother could walk they were often out on their own. And just as much as they are independent, they know also that family is an important thing. Such is why his large and currently oversized paws have brought him here, back to the plains and the meadows that his younger siblings, brother and Mother and Father had called home. His nose tells him that some still linger here, and though he is not prone to it, he can feel his thick and beautifully sculpted tail waving slowly in the air behind him. The young wolf doesn't bother to pause at the border; he and Cuirass had been the first to meet and greet the latest Alphas, and though that was his own minimal interaction with them they were bound to remember him. Or, that's what he was banking on, at least, if anyone were to come across him and not know him and think him a stranger in their midst. To make things go a bit quicker for him, his perfectly half grown jaw parted to call out to his family and particularly Cuirass.

His voice is full of youth and vigor, and it is uniquely his own as he takes much after Seline in many ways. Kronos finds himself wondering where she is, but even knowing her now she is more than likely tucked away somewhere comfortable or watching his own hide from the depths of the shadows. Casting his bright and vivid, intense aquamarine eyes of blue and green this way and that, he doesn't allow himself to imagine red or white anywhere until he can be sure for certain. He searches instead for the face of his brother, one he will never forget, as his paws bring him deeper and deeper into the heart of Asteraia. He is headed for the den of his family from what feels like long ago, and if anything he aims to encounter someone along the way- family or packmate or otherwise, he will find someone. And when he does, they will know that the Satanican Prince has returned to his domain; and that the shield and sword pair that is Cuirass and Kronos will once again be reunited.

male - two - Satanican - brother to Curiass - Eric x Seline