The hell fire singed brute moved with a purpose, each powerful stride moving his massive form through the thick snow. At only two years, the skeleton demon still had some growing to do, but already his bulk was quite impressive; one day he would be a force of nature. Arcturus was the result of selected breeding, his mother would only allow worthy males in her life, born of two of the most powerful monsters Moladion had once harbored. Both his mother and father were now gone, leaving him to continue on their legacy where his siblings failed. The son of furian Stella would not allow himself to sit around being idle, he strove for power and was well on his way to obtaining it. Nobody would see him coming, he was the monster that haunted the shadows, the secret keeper of Moladion who delved into the closest of others with all their skeletons.
Much had happened lately in relation to Arcturus's family and himself, for even the secret keeper had his own secrets and personal life. His soul, which was black and cold, had been chained to another by the cruel hand of fate. The girl was obnoxious and a weakness to the boy he could not afford, her presence in his life was completely unwanted and he made it clear to her on their meeting. Yet he could not eliminate her like he wanted to, the bond that bound them would not permit him to harm her physically, that however would not stop him from doing it emotionally. On top of this recent development, his life had also shaken up by the death of his mother. It never showed upon his stoney features but it had effected him, the bond he shared with her voluntary and strong. The family was in shamples, his younger brother Ilias having been attacked by his litter mates and recently adopted by a female in Taviora. Zagan had attacked a group of spirane wolves and as consequence, been captured to face a trail for his crimes. His other siblings had vanished, unable to be found to remain under his watchful gaze; even his full blooded, litter mate Segin had been absent of late.
Moladion was a haven of activity and the boy was aware of it all. He had been there at the start of the chaos: the fall of the angel king Heyel, stabbed in the back quite dramatically by his own blood. Since then, wolves had stepped forward center stage in Moladion's play. Usurpers, murders, aggressors, each holding secrets and information he desired to know. His latest uncovered secret was the reason he was leaving the free lands and moving closer to the sea. Normally Arcturus would have no reason to visit another wolf, let alone a pack, other than to gather information. Glorall was unique in that is was run by a wolf whom intrigued the golden touched boy: Eden. Their fated encounter had set into motion an unknown partnership, and Arc had information for the male that he might like to know.
The air only seemed to grow colder as he neared the oceanside packs border. He stopped just outside of it, his soulless eyes surveying the surroundings and inside of the pack momentarily. Without hesitation, Arcturus's skull crown lifted to the sky, deep baritones resonating through the cold air. Clouds formed from his parted jaws as a powerful voice summoned Eden and Eden alone. The message was clear, Arcturus had important business for the leader. He lowered his head with the end of his song, but his haunches remained up. His posture was powerful but neutral, as the demon was too intelligent to let himself be ruled by the game of dominance and testosterone.
2 ☠ of lucian and Stella ☠ chained to Ankh ☠ heartless ☠ wanders |