hello darkness

my old friend

He wasn’t sure at first, but the closer the behemoth of a wolf came, the more Kronos was certain of himself. The rain had done well to conceal the both of them from one another, but the scent of the plains of Asteraia was as clear as day upon the coat of the stranger. And for that simple fact alone, she captured the blood and snow wolfs attention and bright eyes watched her closely out of the darkness.

She did not yet know of his location, but her body language told him that she was aware of something else in the caverns with her. It gave him the moments he needed to observe her, and to note all the different scents that she seemed to carry along with that specific pack land. Perhaps she was someone of importance, and who better to stumble upon a waiting vampire than someone who is of a higher caliber. Asteraia also told him of the specific sort of wolf that she may be, for when he had been born to the soil it was the cannibals who reigned over the plains.

Kronos had seen a couple different leaders come and go, but with almost a decade having passed since then he could not very well assume to know how much had changed. But still, there was prior knowledge for him to go off of, as well as what he had learned through his travels over the years. It was one thing for him to have gone off when he was a young boy, barely two years old; trailing that white wolf his Mother had claimed so long ago- and another for him to be gone for as long as he had been. There was much for him to learn about Moladion once more, and lessons would begin with this she wolf.

Unlike his Mother, he held no flare for drama and thus did not keep her waiting long when at last she had turned in his general direction. She seemed to be giving him the moment, and in one fluid motion paws of alabaster brought his lean frame up and forward out of the shadows. He did not impede on her space for she did appear to be a formidable wolf, was a stranger to him, Asteraia or not, and they were already in rather close quarters to begin with. The caverns could only stretch themselves so wide to accommodate their tunnels, after all. But Kronos approached close enough so that he had to come down from his vantage point several feet up.

His landing was springy and light, displaying his agility either on purpose or not. That was left up to the she wolf to decide. The blood and snow wolf purposefully let the silence drag on for one beat longer than perhaps someone else might have, but he ha always been a more direct and forward soul than most other things. “You smell like someone who would know what Asteraia is like these days.” It wasn’t a question, but more so a statement, and aquamarine eyes watch the wolf intently after he speaks. He’s searching for any give away to what she may not tell him outright, and he’s looking for the tensing of her muscles for the slim chance that this could be an unfriendly meeting.

That Satanican Prince, however, had a feeling that this wolf would be akin to himself and right up his alley.

male - eleven - Satanican - brother to Curiass