My vivid sage green eyes gaze across the horizon on this fine summers day, taking in the place of my birth. The warmth of the season has not yet plagued the lands, and so I am still comfortable even with my long and wild coat. And wild and long it is, the main stark white that I am contrasting so splendidly with the fading green around me. For in the Spring, Asteraia is full of new and budding life, with flowers and fresh green shoots abound. And come the hotter months of Summer it all begins to dry and fade away, which leads to the oranges and yellows of the Autumn time. But for now, the vast green is just barely beginning to change its colour, though the rainbows that the wildflowers offer have long since ceased.
I have never particularly cared for flowers, but the deep red ones were nice to look at and gave me reason to think of my dam, Seline. I do miss her, I am her spitting image, after all, even if my face looks like the vampire Eric's. All the more reason for my dashing and devilish looks, though the Satanican Queen had much to do with that. Thoughts of my family flow fluidly through my mind, for they are the reason I am here, after all. I know where Kronos is, but that is the extent of it. When we left Moladion all those years ago; that was the last time I laid my eyes on the rest of my siblings, and my sire. I do not know if I will find the here in the plains, but that is why I have come, though I have not crossed the borders. As much as I know the land before me, I do not know the current leader, and I do not know their wolves. As sure of myself as I am, I know manners as well and I use them when they suit me. My tall white frame is quite relaxed as I lounge, taking my sweet time in calling out to any member of the pack; be they Alpha, omega, kin to me, or otherwise.
Who doesn't like variety? The thought of more than one wolf turning up when I call is enough to bring a sanguine smile to my handsome muzzle- I had always enjoyed being the entertainment and center of whatever happened to be going on. I took well after Seline in that matter, and while Kronos was prone to mentally roll his eyes at me I know who fell farther from the tree. My older brother thought well of himself, and though he himself had been paramount in my training, I knew there were other things that I could show him. For example, I was the one already here in Asteraia and he was who knows where, fraternizing with who knows who, being the silent sulker that he had always been.
It was never my fashion to hide within the shadows; center stage was reserved just for me, and I would flaunt what I had because Satanicans are great and fantastic creatures and much deserving of glory and fame. My memories serve me well, of my other big brother, Curiass, who knew how to play his cards better than Kronos. And I am here to ensure my position as the blade to my brothers shield, for the place Kronos left I intend to fill. A smirk finds me then at the thoughts of upheaving my older brother, and with that expression in place I at last am tossing my russet muzzle toward the sun and letting my voice call out to any and to all.
Let them come, be they simple wolves, vampire wolves, cannibal wolves- so called angels and demons. Let them come and see the youngest of the Satanicans and what he has become. The legacy did not die with Seline, but has forever been passed on in her sons and her daughters. We are the royal family, and one day we will rule again. Until then, I await any who answer my call; and let them hope I find them half as interesting as I myself am.