He has grown almost shockingly tall, the boy of black and dark grey no more then legs as he stumbles from the den, a far image from the creature Zeltzin had found within the forest that day. Teal eyes rimmed in the red of his bloodlines look eagerly after his siblings as he hurries after them, large paws slapping at the snow as he does. He has not forgotten Stella, his true Mother, or even Elijah, his true Father and yet they had become distant thoughts for him, fragments of a past he did not care to remember. Life had been difficult as a loner, far harder then within a pack and as the young are often want to do his mind had simply dulled such memories. He did not forget who he was or where he came from, nor the vengeance that burned within him at each thought of his blood siblings and yet most days were spent without this care or this hate. He moves easily to lope behind Zelda and Solstice. He is quieter then the others perhaps, far less prone to outbursts of excitement or jubilation and yet he enjoys it all the same, his tail waving behind, one eye searching readily for the rabbit that often seems to appear. He is determined, one day, that he might catch it.

He follows behind the girls, far more sedately and yet such is his manner in most things, ashen limbs pacing through the snow and towards the meadow. The snow was deeper there, thicker, far heavier where there were no trees to catch and hold it from the earth, his sister’s desires already deduced as he weaves after them like a looming dark shadow. He wonders, often, where his other siblings might be. He hardly fears them as he once had, memoires of Zagen and Kairos left to nightmares and silent moments and yet he wonders what truly had become of them. Dead- he thinks. Dead like Stella. Castiel perhaps existed still and yet Ilias held no immediate urge to find his wayward brother, not even his sire. He had never been close to Elijah and yet he held no malice for the male at all. His sire was his sire and that was all, he would be content to keep his company should he ask and yet content, in that same moment, to leave him in peace all the same. With Elijah he holds no quarrel.

“I’m coming.”

He calls after them, pace increasing now to a run as he plunges out from the cover of the trees and into the meadow- the snow far deeper than even he had anticipated as he stumbles and blunders into it with a yelp of surprise….




i l i a s Elijah x Stella