See the lightning in your eyes,

Arcturus had been keeping himself rather busy of late. His soulless gaze had lingering to the top of the mountain peeks of Spirane and the into the ravines of Diveen, watching what unfolded carefully. The skeleton male's presence was not felt heavily upon the sands of Glorall, his new home, but that was to be expected. Eden knew that the furian boy would not change his life style, nor did he desire him to. At only three years old, he had become a deadly weapon, able to kill by fang or word, and wielded by an equally dangerous alpha; what made him the most dangerous was that he was completely invisible, his existence unknown to any outside of Eden, his imprint, and his family, and lately his family seemed in short supply. Arcturus had secured himself a position of power over everyone in the land, and they did not know it.

It was rare for the white and black male to be found within the pack lands, and even more rare to be found relaxing as it would appear. His massive form lay hidden away in the darkness of night, any noise he might make swallowed by the crashing of waves. Soulless eyes peered out into the expanse of black that was the ocean, the stars and moon illuminating the surface of the water and showing it to not be an empty black abyss. Perhaps he should be sleeping, but he had much that lingered upon his mind and was given to sort through it before he allowed his body rest. The aura he exuded as he sat in silence upon the sandy shore was one of calm but dangerous, of someone who's soul had long been frozen over and stained black from the blood he had spilled. Any awake that might stumble upon him would have to be extremely foolish or brave to approach.

Blood had never been an important factor in a wolf's worth. Angels, demons, furians. All blood spilled the same in his mind. His mother had always made out his bloodline to be one of greatness, even gone so far as to mix furian and angel blood together in the creation of his younger half siblings, but then her blood soaked into the earth all the same, as did his sisters and half siblings who had all succumbed to weakness and then death. If his soul had already not been cold, it was now entirely frozen over now that the bond of mother and son had been broken entirely. He had not been close to any like he had been with his mother, and now she had left him entirely alone, but not unprepared. He had survived where his siblings had failed, he had pushed passed them all and was well onto his way to greatness, the greatness his mother had told him all furians were made of; No, he had discovered, furians were made of nothing greater than any other wolf, just like angels and demons, but it was the wolf itself that made himself great.
3/Chained to Ankh/Intrigued by none/Furian son of Stella X Lucian/Aligned with Glorall

see them running for their lives.

Arcturus