hello darkness

my old friend

The rain made a pleasant thrumming sound as it came down upon the stone, and though it was not a heavy rain it was persistent and it had lasted several hours at this point. The wolf in the shadows, however, was comfortable and dry from his vantage point, and pleasantly concealed to the point where one would have to look again, and then again to spy him in his lair. His contrasting coat of pure white and a startling russet had taught him well just how to divert attention and seamlessly blend in with ones surrounding. It was quite the opposite of his Mother, Seline, and much more similar to that of his Father, the vampire Eric.

A slight ghost of a grin could be caught on his face whenever it was that his thoughts might turn to both dam and sire, for while the time for both to exist had long since past, they would live on in their sons and in what those sons would pass down. For by now, Cuirass undoubtedly had found interests of his very own, for nine years is a very long time, and Satanicans are very good at getting what they want. At the thought of his brother a true grin could then be seen across his handsome visage, for their bond had never waxed or waned over the years and never would it. Kronos had not made for Asteraia at once on purpose, for he was a wolf who enjoyed biding his time and savoring what it was that he would always get in the end.

For wolves of blood and snow reaped what they sow, and eyes of a brilliant aquamarine await any unknowing passerby, be they friend or they foe. The rain amplified sounds and smells, particularly the deeper one went into the caverns, where the pools deepened and the run off from Spring rain fills pools otherwise dry in the off seasons. Kronos was comfortable only a short distance in from the entrance, where he had found himself a tunnel that looped back around that led him to a ledge. From this ledge he could spy the way he had come in, and he was back far enough so that he lay in shadow and even his bright coat lay cloaked thanks to the dim filtered light coming in through the rain. Darkness had always been his ally, and his friend, and with a practiced patience he waited for anyone who might wander too close to his lair, to teach them what it was to stumble across the den of a vampire.

male - eleven - Satanican - brother to Curiass