See the lightning in your eyes,

Arcturus was similar to Eden. Outside of his mother and litter mate Segin, he had not involved himself into the lives of his "family." His bloodline amused him, even those that were more distant and considered themselves to be apart of a different bloodline that was somehow superior to all in Moladion were intriguing, infuriating but intriguing. Were they family? He supposed so but the word held little weight to him for they were not of his choosing; there was weakness in them, physical and mental, though they simply walked the line between wolves he killed and those he spared. It seemed the world saw the same as him, and was slowly snuffing them out, sorting them into their rightful places be it on this earth or whatever awaited all in the afterlife. Some had been spared, his brother Ilias taken into Taviora and his other brothers Dirge and Castiel hiding away after the death of their mother, perhaps searching for their absent father. He would search them out and observe, perhaps see if any showed any true promise he might bring himself out of the shadows and take them under his wing. With his mother gone, Eden was quickly becoming the closest thing to a family he had, a wolf he trusted and respected, enjoyed being in the company of and learning from; the father figure the young boy never had.

Arcturus would grow to have many enemies he was assured. Not quite yet was he willing to give away his name to them. He would allow them to know what he wanted them to know and nothing more. Perhaps it was more about power than guarding but it was hard to say, for Arcturus was unpredictable. Only a few living new his name, his true calling given to him by his mother. The rest, his imprint included, new him by a moniker, a false face, a mask they would never understand. He also does not want his name to be linked back to failures, for others to see him as the son of a mother who could not win a pack, who died of sickness, or an old fool who thought he ruled the caves but disappeared much like his children, or even half siblings that died for their reckless behavior. The hell fire boy was better than that, would make a proper name for himself, but all in good time. For now it was best to wait and watch closely, see what the male had up his sleeve next.

"It has always been my understanding that when you cut one head off, two more take its place," he says thoughtfully out loud. Perhaps it would make no sense to Eden, or perhaps he would understand the way Arcturus's mind moved, jumped ahead to possibilities with an almost eagerness to see what happens. For what would happen if Achilles returned? Would there be a feud between siblings? And how would the angels, so driven by code, react? Would they follow code and follow their once king as he was the one chosen? Or would they side with the older sister, the one who is not quite right and was not picked but stepped up to the task? Oh how glorious, he thinks, to see the angels split. Two heads don't always get along you see, no matter the body they share. But he would wait, wait and see because nothing was set in stone other than death. Death came to all, but what one did before then was always interesting.

The ocean's kinds next words see the black boy's ears flicker, taking in his words with intrigue. The furian boy is quiet for a moment, thinking as to where he could even begin, or where he wants to begin. If Arcturus let him in, it would be fully in, so that there was nothing left to pick at. Would it satisfy Eden? Or bore him? It was hard to say what the ocean king would think. "I cannot recall a time I was ever in equilibrium, as you say," he says calmly, his words almost distant as he thinks, eerie eyes cast over the black abyss of the ocean. "It is hard to find balance when you are born of disorder: The son of Kane's wrathful half sister Stella and the cave dweller Lucian. I currently have a lot of half cousins running around doing interesting things," This was something, he thinks, that will keep Eden's attention. A smirk lighting up his face. Stella and Lucian had made quite a name for themselves, Lucian in old Moladion and Stella in new, though now they were both nothing more than stories told to pups before bed, if not forgotten completely. How ironic that Stella spent so much time trying to make a bloodline and they would dwindle to next to nothing.

"Unlike my siblings, I did not leave right away. I stayed to watch my mother, to learn what she would never teach my siblings and learn from her mistakes. Her mind was quite....intriguing. She spent so much energy on her hatred of her brother, mother, and the angel bloodline, trying to create her own bloodline to counter them and surpass their "greatness". It had always seemed foolish to me, especially when the bloodline she disliked so fondly was used to create my half siblings through Aaliyah and Tobias's son Elijah. In the end she saw death at the hands of sickness, followed shortly by many of my siblings to their weaknesses." His tone is flat, there is not emotion though it is not fake. He feels almost nothing anymore over his mother and never felt anything for his siblings. "Blood means little to me, I feel nothing for my siblings who have shown me nothing more than enough strength to keep them from my jaws. I do suppose I felt a fondness for my mother however despite her faults, quite an intriguing feeling. I don't even feel any fondness for my own imprint who was forced upon me. If the bond would allow me, I would have killed her long ago, she is infuriating. I keep my emotions in check but I am guilty of letting my anger get the best of me sometimes, my parentage may play a part in it," he hums, thinking about Ankh now, the girl who was the bane of his existence. But now Eden knew, knew quite a lot about Arcturus, atleast that which would be important. It was not easy to open up, but what was inside was perhaps bland. No true emotions, an interesting story but nothing more than a dying out bloodline of failure.

3/Chained to Ankh/Intrigued by none/Furian son of Stella X Lucian/Aligned with Glorall

see them running for their lives.

Arcturus