hello darkness

my old friend

Though he had been on his way to see his brother since his initial return to Moladion, Kronos was taking his time and reacquainting himself with old hunting grounds. At first he had gone to the depths of the grotto that lay within the crags. Many nooks and crannies there were, and he had seen many wolves and approached a female in particular. The Alpha of Asteraia she had been, and though their interaction had been brief it had not been without purpose. He knew his brother was well enough that there was no need to rush to his side, just a basic want. And it was a want the blood and snow wolf was still familiar with, but had learned to live with over the years. He could bare some time to pass yet.

The journey to the woodland was easy enough for his long alabaster legs, and though he made his rounds he wasn't truly looking to make a kill this day. It felt good to traverse the familiar paths and trails, and though he was mindful of his surroundings he was still mildly surprised at the red figure he catches a glimpse of. Thoughts of Cuirass come to him but it's easy to see that the wolf is not his brother. There is a much deeper mahogany that marks this stranger and beside, she is the wrong gender to be a brother. He finds himself intrigued at her appearance and his own finding of her, and glad for his stalking just prior. Even if he hadn't been serious about his hunting, he was still taking all of his typical precautions.

Because of this, he was able to observe her for hours, and even though she did nothing but lounge in the shade of the tree as the hours of the day dragged on, the Satanican male was content in looking her over. He certainly wasn't near enough to see her markings up close and personal but he could see the varying shades in the red of her fur, which were deepened by the shadow in which she lay. He had memory of his brothers red pelt lighting up when it came to the sunset and even the sunrise, and he found himself wondering what colors he would see in the strange females pelt. She seemed to be around his age, from what he could tell, and though he knew nothing about her he only had to wait until the day began to draw to its close.

When she stirred, it was as if the fates were amusing themselves and painting a picture that he himself had envisioned. The way she moves herself up into a stretch, readying herself for the evenings endeavors; Kronos had never found himself particularly enraptured by any female. But as she moves from the shadows and into the light of the setting sun, the brilliance of the reds in her coat alight her figure. For one brief moment she is engulfed in flames and there's a mild urge to break cover and approach then but he waits, biding his time. Now is not the moment, not just after she has woken to begin her day. Kronos hardly has time to contemplate anything further for she's moving then, away from the last sun rays and the spot they had been.

He knows he should have no problem keeping up with her, he doesn't think he has given himself away but that doesn't seem to be the case. But as they both delve deeper into the forest it becomes apparent that their path is getting tighter with more turns and windings trails, and all at once he is sure that she did indeed give him the slip. She could vanish all she wanted but she couldn't erase the scent he left behind. Before he can lean down to begin finding some sort of trail to follow, he passes some thicket of plants and his hackles rise at the sudden sound of a voice. He freezes, and instead of quickly turning on her he takes a moment to consider. An interesting development, but one he could work with none the less, and beside that the stranger had asked him a question. He could not yet see the smile on her features but as he slowly turned to take her in, his pupils dilated to better search for her in the darkening light.

The sun was well on its way below the horizon, but there was still a gentle glow that illuminated their surroundings. They were well within the forest, however, so that even that glow was fading fast. Kronos could still see her quite clearly, and now that they were much, much closer he could see the countless scars across her features. He could also see the definition between the reds in her coat, and though his bright blue green eyes were hungrily taking her in his mind was still formulating his answer. His tongue was quick to deliver. "I found something I didn't know I was looking for." He would let her wonder about that, and though there could be various meanings behind his words he would let his hungry gaze speak for itself.

Kronos never took his eyes off of her, and though she had the initial jump on him, it would be his large white paws that brought him several steps toward her. He held no aggression toward her, and while his natural demeanor was that of dominance, it wasn't something he pushed toward her. His thick white tail wasn't postured, rather neutral for he'd never felt the need for posturing. His eyes and aura spoke for itself, much the same as he himself could. "Do you often ambush strangers?" Kronos had always been the serious one of all his siblings, and from the smile that this female gave him he did his best to offer what he thought was decent banter in return. Going off those scars, who knows what sort of female he had stumbled upon.

Leave it to him to find himself a big bad wolf in the big bad forest at dark. Mother and Father would be so proud.

male - eleven - Satanican - brother to Curiass