He has almost forgotten his own name. It has been so long since he has heard it. One blackened ear turns with the sound and yet the giant male makes no effort to raise from his bed within the bracken and leaves he has made for himself. It is cool and pleasant here, long white limbs stretched in relaxation as he scents the wind once more for Dirge- his son due back shortly, hopefully with a meal this time. It was his turn, after all, Elijah enjoying his day off as he allows his mind to slip back into a state of sleep. That voice however, was persistent, calling a name he knew and yet cared little to remember. He shifts at last, towering form dragged to his feet, shaking the dust from his pelt of white and grey and russet as the demonic angel allows his emerald gaze to peer across the river. He can see the creature who calls, a female and yet he does not know her by either scent or sight, an irritable snort passed from his lips as he searches for Dirge once more. Since the death of his mate he had withdrawn entirely, pillaging the free lands as he saw fit with Dirge beside him, of his other children he had lost track and he cared not to seek them out. If they survived in this world then so be it, they were worthy of it.

Large, white paws carry his muscular form across the earth and towards the female who calls his name in a voice he dislikes for its high pitched keening, the male lingering darkly upon the line between civil and wild all at once. He had reverted near entirely to the creature whom had sired him and yet- some part, small, insignificant perhaps- clung still to the sanity his Mother had afforded him. He knows who he is- he remembers and yet more often then not he simply doe sot care to, content to allow Ego control.

“Whhhhhatttt?”

It is a drawling, rolling word spat out on a hiss as he glides from within the shadows, coming from the right of the female. She is no Angel sent to bring him home, she is no Demon determined to tame him- she is nothing, no one and already his interest wanes as those black ears prick up atop his head to regard her in silence now. He anticipates an answer and yet if she has none to offer he will simply leave, the male no more then a ghost in the trees.