It takes several moments before his wild flailing is calm enough to assure any sense can be given to breach the boundaries of his confused and agitated mind, the constant pressure of her form around his own gangly, ungainly figure finally seeming to cease his overwhelming fear until he is left with nothing but racking sobs and the illusion of his own belief in an enemy only he could see. He is hardly insane, no, he has escaped that portion of his family’s lineage and yet the stress of his assault has resulted in the actions he displays now. The boy more….emotional then most would be given to be, more sensitive perhaps and such an assault upon such a creature has resulted in this near hysteria in these few moments. The females assurance that anyone whom came towards him would be forced to go through her seems to sooth him, if only slightly, beautiful teal eyes peering out from beneath her small form and layers of fur to stare the way he has come- if only to assure himself no one is following still. For a moment those red-rimmed eyes continue to focus on the forest before his blackened form turns towards her again, watching her tongue sweeping against his fur the way Mother had once done. He is perhaps, not convinced of this females ability to defend him entirely, though for now it is surely enough as his hysteria begins to fade at last and though nervous still his gaze finds more focus on the area around him and upon the small girl who flees to do as her Mother had asked.

That the female did not know where his parents where however brings a ready whine to his lips, bottom lip trembling once more as if he threatens to sob and whine and cry all over again- his hind leg continuing to twitch and tremble though he pays it no heed- oblivious to it amongst the others as she assures him once he is well they will go and look for them. The ebony-hued male is silent for a moment still, nervousness seeming to overtake his frame once more a he shifts upon the earth, utterly unwilling to move himself from the female as if he fears she too may abandon him to the monsters his mind imagines lurk in every shadow.

“Okay.”

It is a single word before he dips into silence once more, the young boy seeming to have gone from one extreme to the other, his screaming hysteria having faded to an almost distractive vagueness as he peers about, confused, it would seem- as to where he is or how he has gotten here.

“I don’t want to find all of them though, just Mother and Father and then I have to leave again. Zagan and Kairos are mad at me.”

His voice cracks, if only slightly, upon this last sentence, insecurity seeming to fill his form again as he turns back to the female now with wide eyes once more, seeking her assurance they would not go to find all of his family, just the ones he wanted to see.

“Ilias. That is my name- because my Father is Elijah and my Grandfather is Tobias and I was named for them. I was born in Diveen but we had to leave and then we went to the fields, but we had to leave too because of Grandfather. I am an Angel- sort of and I am part of the fields- sort of and we lived in the place with rocky ground because we don’t fit anywhere else and Mother liked it there. I cant go back though, I have to stay away because Brother Zagan and Sister Kairos don’t like me and there are two of them.”

It is a sudden influx of speech, as if his mind has finally cleared enough to allow this near torrent of words and information to tumble out, the previously hysterical boy surprisingly articulate as his youthful, boyish tones ring out across the forest, calm and content in the embrace of this new female- holding him as if she holds him together and perhaps she does, glorious teal eyes turned to rest upon her own now. Oblivious to what or how such knowledge may affect him. After all, he knows little of Angels or Tobias- though surely those whom do may understand why neither fields nor Badlands sought to take him or his family, a fragment of both worlds and little else- though perhaps too much of this is within the minds of his parents, passed onto their son unknowingly even if he does not understand. More so, he holds no knowledge of Tobias as others do, speaks such a thing openly and without hesitation before he waits for a reply. One paw moves, trailing now through the dust at his paws, the gesture odd, haphazard and yet seemingly distractive to his mind in a manner that only calms him further as he continues to speak.

“Do you want to know a secret?”


i l i a s
Elijah x Stella