His insanity, it would seem, knows no bounds- that gangly yearling of shadow and darkness flinging his form about in all directions in an attempt to cast aside the images of his siblings that fling themselves upon him until he is very near shrieking and seemingly unable to stop until he is forced to gasp and choke for breath. The grandson of Tobias is oblivious to the approach of the female wolf and her own child, claws slashing wildly at the earth as he struggles to roll to his paws again and fling himself forward and away from the driving teeth of Zagen and the laughter of Kairos that seems to haunt him, actions reopening so many of the wounds that had only just begun to heal until small dribbles of blood marked his dark pelt and his teal eyes all rimmed in the red of Angels widened in fear of these monsters only he sees. Yet they seem so real. To him. His mind has perhaps always been unstable, for surely it is in his blood and yet until this moment the boy had never shown any signs of such a thing, indeed aside from his own….disability perhaps there had been nothing within the son of Stella and Elijah other then kindness, softness and a gentleness that betrayed so much of his blood. He had been the tallest of his siblings and always would be, a strong and healthy young male, rangy perhaps and given to find discord in drastic change and yet he had managed, he had coped- until now. The boy acting for all the world as if his world is coming down around him and perhaps it is.

“No! No!”

Who he is shouting ‘no’ at remains to be seen as the female wolf encircles him, much of her words falling on deaf ears as he flails against her and attempts to push her away. He is powerful, even for a yearling, a mere shadow of the impressive creature he will one day be and yet for now at least he is not near strong enough to throw her aside, merely kicking against her until she manages to encircle him entirely and with enough security to force him to stop, to demand his adrenaline slow itself- crushed beneath the weight of her….hug. As Stella had once held him. His shouts simply turn to sobs, burying his head into her shoulder now as his skinny, injured body shakes with the weight of the energy he has used in his maddened moment of panic and his mind had simply shutdown- clinging now to the faintest tendrils of sanity she has provided him.

“They might come….back.”

His words are broken by his sobs and gasps for air, form trembling against her from the sheer rush of adrenaline he is seeking to calm within himself, his left hind limb continuing to jerk outward and out of his control- though he does not notice it.

“Mother is gone….I…I cant find her…….or Father. Where have they…gone? Tell her to come back, please tell her?”


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Elijah x Stella