hello darkness

my old friend

The claim is blunt, just as the she wolf before him is blunt. He can appreciate her style, and has decided from the first moment that he likes her. But that doesn't mean much, simply that she may be worth his time after all, particularly if her claim is true. Kronos has no reason to doubt her, and she smells much as she claims to be, and thus unless proved otherwise he will take her for what she says. At her inquiry about questions, he gives her a nod of acknowledgement but before he can give his reply she's speaking again. And it's not a language he knows. He'd heard of some wolves speaking latin and other rare languages, and this one is no different. The words fall on unknowing ears, but if she were a typical wolf he might be able to guess her meaning. If she happened to be typical, that is.

A stark white ear is given to twitch as he contemplates questioning what it was she wanted from her foreign words- but he figured if she really had asked him something, it would be obvious he didn't speak the language and she would be repeating herself. It was a clever test of the wolf, as well, to see how willing she might be to communicate with him. The Satanican Prince knew how difficult individuals could be, and if his dam was any example, he also knew how one could toy with others. But the she wolf seemed to be more similar to his own self, more straight forward and less beat around the bush.

"Does Curiass remain?" He could have asked about his Father, his other siblings, even the Alphas he had once known. But out of any of them, he finds his brother to be of the most importance to himself. Family was everything, particularly in a family so close and tight knight as the Satanicans. Kronos didn't offer her any information about himself; again, if she wanted to ask she would, and he would answer. But he would not offer her anything before then, for that was his way. He was a proud and brooding creature, and not inherently social by nature. Those of his taste seldom sought after the company of most of their kind, as most of their kind did not share their taste for the flesh. Long limbs find his body reclining in a more comfortable position, for as brief as his words were he did hold much interest in the current conversation.

A growl found its way in the damp air between them, and it was so reminiscent of his Mother that Kronos almost smiled. Almost. There was no intention behind it, just basic, instinctual hunger that he himself knew all too well. Born to the Satanican Queen and a vampire would do it to any wolf. Even if one were to be born different, the blood is hot and thick and all consuming. One could only stray so far before the bloodlust brought them back around.

male - eleven - Satanican - brother to Curiass