hello darkness

my old friend

Intentions have always seemed to be an interesting thing; often times events turn out as planned, while just as often planned events never happen. Instead, fate throws a curve ball that one may never expect. The Satanican had meant to go to Asteraia at some point the last time he was in Moladian, but it had never happened. There had been a wolf so very much like his brother, if mainly in her appearance and only slightly in her mind, and she had proved to be such a curve ball.

Kronos had not intended to leave the land he had just returned to so soon, but something about the female had beckoned to him, and so he had been loathe to resist. The pull to see his littermate hadn't enough been enough, and in this way is truly baffled him. The result of their encounter was not something that he could have foreseen, for it was hardly in his plans, but it had happened all the same. When he had decided it was indeed time to see his family at last and what remained of them, he had taken the pair of them with. They were not with him now, they were safe within the caverns of the grotto he had always favored, as he went through his typical scouting routine. He did not know why he waited and bid his time- why he did not just arrive on the spot and make his presence known to those who still remained. Perhaps because, in the back of his mind, he knew the position that his brother had procured for himself. He knew that throughout all the years he had been gone, Cuirass had continued living and made his own way. It was something Kronos had not been a part of.

He was not an emotional wolf, however, when it came to the subject of family and consequently the subject of his brother, well, the blood and snow wolf had a soft spot. He cared deeply for his littermate, for while their separation had happened early, in the beginning they were truly inseparable. Such had always been the way of the Satanicans, and it would seem that future generations were prime examples of such a thing. His own children were much the same as he and his brother had been, and even now, the young, unmistakable wolves before him proved much the same. He had come upon them in their adventure shortly after they had left the pack land- his scouting always brought him to the Western edge of the plains and the place he would eventually make his way into. On this day, it would seem that the wolves of the plains would be coming to him. They had not yet noticed him, as young as they were their prowess was not quite honed as it would be in their later years. There was no doubt in his mind as to who and what they were- there might have been red and white wolves in Moladian prior to their arrival, but a Satanican knew kin when they saw one.

Only when the darker of the pair drops down does he reveal himself from the shadows, a favored place of his, much like the boy growling at him. Leave it to his brother to create such interesting mixes, as the lighter wolf of the pair had seemed entirely oblivious to everything until the display from his brother. Aquamarine eyes flecked with varying blues and a toxic emerald green watch the pair of blue eyes as they take him in for the first time. Would they know him by sight or smell? Would their Father have told them about his long gone brother, a ghost from their past? Kronos knew he would soon find out, and although he was typically a serious wolf and straight to the point, he wanted to see what the boys would do. After stepping out of the shadows and sauntering toward them, he's neutral in his demeanor with no friendly air but also without threat. How much were the young wolves the blood of Moladian, and how much were they the blood of vampires and assassins? For long before their grandparents had met- Eric and Seline, their great-grandfather Saladin had been renowned for skills in both stealth and fighting. Every Satanican since had proved to be no less than the best. On top of wondering about himself, the blood and snow wolf found himself wondering about their heritage; had the duo any idea of where they came from or what greatness they had inside?

Kronos was not a wolf so typically caught up in internal musings, however it wasn't every day that one experienced an absence to the extent as he. His Mother had always been a wily creature and perhaps she had rubbed off on him more than he had originally stood. Be that as it may, he was his own wolf with his own life and thus he finds himself in this place on this day. He had high hopes that the two would not disappoint him on this day, his bright eyes intense upon their own and willing them to take action; whatever that might happen to be.

male - thirteen - Satanican - brother to Cuirass