He seemed to have materialized in Boreas once again as though he had never left its shores at all. The walking man, as genteel as ever, stood at the border of the freshly risen pack and cried to be greeted, his golden companion chittering joyfully as they waited. Even at the base of the billowing mountain, he could feel the all too familiar pull of something else not something that had always existed there but something that had been carried like a pestilence and had set down its roots. There was a great power within this pack's land, he knew it, he could practically smell it, and for once in the man’s life he felt the glorious tug of a higher purpose; something he had sought but had never fully been able grasp. He remained standing a wide grin on his face as he heard the distant mutterings of unfamiliar spirits. His gods did not belong here but he felt no shame in casting them off as easily. His paws flexed and grasped at the pebbled floor, sinking into the heat rising beneath him. His gods were nothing compared to what had taken residence in these lands. For a brief second he looked into the distant mouth of the volcano and saw it gush blood like a geyser, forming a river that rolled down the mountainside. Then it was gone. A raw shiver ran through him his smile widening, Bon Temps gave a curious hoot at his companion’s sudden excitement, and the violet man shook out his fur in response. “Don’t you worry Cher,” He purred. “I’m just settlin’ in to our new home is all.” The baboon gave a wide approving grin, showing his massive fangs contrasted against the dark skin of his face. “ǝɯoH” A voice that wasn’t his own whispered into his mind and as if confirming the priest muttered a proud “Home” in response. "Talk"  Thought others

So far it seemed the man had little time to himself, but that was to be expected. It had been a long time since the responsibilities of a pack had weighed in on his shoulders, but he wore that weight with the pride that a king wears his mantle with. The territory markers that he laid out around the mountains were not something that a quick stroll would take care of. To do his duties, Elias had to wake up early and dedicate more than a few hours to thoroughly surveying their area for any differences, any disturbances, and to keep their border prominent among the many other scents surrounding the mountains.

For that, he was thankful. Throughout the first week post their land claim, the Apollyon did not leave the mountains. He was still fleshing out his daily routine, but this part of it was quickly becoming something he was finding more appreciation for. It gave him time to think over all the events happening, overall the interactions he had been having lately with others. His children stood out very strongly among all of those thoughts, his plans for them and how he would begin their training. He was giving them time to settle into their new home, but soon.. would they resent him for his demands?

He was thinking about this when an unfamiliar howl rang across the mountains, coming from the hallowed ground that made up the billowing beacon of Ruina. He changed his trajectory to answer the howl almost instantaneously, his ears attune and attentive for any other wolves that may be lurking nearby while he moved toward it. He was cautious, his usually heavy steps light with a hunter's grace as he kept to the trees on the mountainside. The closer he got to the sanctuary, the fewer those trees became. The titan lurked beneath a stable pine as his red eyes peered through their branches to the ground below, scanning for the one that had made the call.

From a few hundred feet away, the man was just a speck on his radar.. but he could tell something was in his company, on his shoulder. The golden fur of the baboon he was not familiar with, but it intrigued him. He waited a moment, looking to see if any more wolves had come with this man, and then made his descent down the mountain. He gave a low, rumbling growl of greeting as he moved into the open area. His hackles rose to stand at attention along his shoulders while his skeleton forfeited its alliance for an upright posture of nobility, that scar on his chest worn like a badge of honor with his neck lifted to show it off.

"Say your piece," he demanded, not recognizing any scents on this man. He eyed the baboon carefully, taking note of the fangs that made up its smile. It was an odd pairing, but something about the animal on the man's shoulder thoroughly intrigued him, more so than others that he had seen. He might have been caught staring... just a little.

He looked he man over , his serpentine eyes taking a mental account of the man before him before he spoke “Good marning…” “ๅnɟǝɹɐɔ” A voice in his mind muttered and he automatically bit down his urge to add an overly familiar name to his greeting. “I am Dumois Rosario, and this is my companion Bon Temps” He introduced, tipping his head in a small respectful bow that the baboon mimicked. “I’ve come to offer my services to yar pack, as a healer of the body, the mind…as well as the soul.” He purred, letting the offer hang temptingly in the air with a smile that was cheekily matched by his companion Without waiting for the man to inquire further he spoke again. “Allow me to explain. I’m what ya might call a Spirit speaker all my life I’ve been able to hear the voices of the dead and…” He paused, raising his paw toward his chest before his slitted two tone eyes met the Apollyon’s burning red “…Things that never lived in the first place.” From somewhere behind him he felt, more than heard the hooting cackle of a spirit, causing his grin to widen slightly. “You sir stand on hallowed ground.” He stated proudly. “And as a man with my gift it is my duty to serve in these lands.” He raised his head as he spoke, in an attempt to display his passion. He looked the man over briefly and added “However, I have many skills in addition to spirit speaking that you may find more useful. I can bind wounds, heal ailments…” He paused to grin slyly then “Or even make ailments for your enemies if that’s what you desire.”   He breathed deeply and heard the distant rhythm of drums that had no place in the mortal world. “allow me to stay and do my work, and I’ll serve loyally and whole heartedly.” He finished and waited to hear the alpha's response. "Talk"  Thought others

Something seemed to stop the stranger from calling Elias by anything in particular, so Elias spoke up to inform him.

"Elias Praetor, Apollyon of Ruina." Latin dialect thickly grew through every word he spoke of their origin. He then listened to the stranger make his alias known and introduce his pet, from there Elias' eyes seemed otherwise transfixed on the man's companion as soon as it mimicked his smile. The two seemed to share a deep bond, but the large round eyes of the primate intrigued Elias more than anything. He was incredibly curious, but even more so as the man spoke of souls.

The way Elias' eyes locked on Dumois' the way a fox locks on a rabbit in the pause just before the chase, he was incredibly attentive to this all too familiar way of speaking. It had been so long since he had run into any like-minded individuals, and yet since his decision to raise Ruina's reign once again, it seemed they had been lured to him. Perhaps... it was the exact power of the land this man declared as hallowed, though that was no new information to Elias himself- he was impressed that this stranger seemed to share the same understanding without any prior meetings.

Elias was slightly skeptical, wondering if all that this man said were true- it seemed awfully akin to Elias' own interests, how was he to know this wasn't a bait? Elias lifted his head back when Dumois asked to stay, his ruby gaze narrowing slightly as he peered down at him as if to study him with obvious intentions of assessment. Elias was just about to turn him away when the sound of crackling earth came from the mountain, and somewhere deep below his paws came a rumbling echo that sent vibrations up to the mountain king's heart. He paused for a moment and looked up to Volkan's peak- now bellowing ash out into the sky backlit by the embers climbing the mountain's core.

Elias looked back to Dumois for a moment before he spoke, "I believe this Mountain knows you."

He was very interested in this man and his pet, in the souls that he could speak to, and the reaction he seemed to bring to the Mountain.

"Very well, Dumois Rosario. You may stay on these lands as a Purgatorian and learn what you must, please keep away from the dens higher in the peaks of the Maw, understood?" He didn't trust strangers up around their personal living quarters, but he did not want him to feel quite unwelcomed either.

"Something is always going on within these borders. Watch and learn the ways of our people, then tell me again of how loyal you are. Once you decide to remain here within our ranks, you will not be allowed to leave. This may seem like a severe demand for a pack to make, though I think once you truly understand what we are dealing with here, Spirit speaker, you will understand why it is necessary." His shoulders rolled slightly just before the brute started to move away, he didn't want to remain at the base of the volcano any longer.. not with it groaning like it was. It seemed to be awake and hungry, and Elias had every intention of finding something to feed it.

Without any other word, he left the stranger to decide for himself what to do from here, though he wouldn't have objected to seeing how the man's pet could help them in a hunt or capture.

His heart leapt as the mountain rumbled, his silted eyes thinning to the width of needles as he looked past the man at the mountain, and the ancient voice that only he could hear. “ꓨNOꓶƎꓭ” it roared and to his surprise the Apollyon seemed to understand. He bowed just before the man left, then grinned at his companion who chittered excitedly in response. The man had forbade him from making a den in the higher peaks of the neighboring territory, but that would hardly be an issue. He intended to stay on the smoking mountain where the voices of the spirits were strongest. Together, he and his companion began to move toward the base of the mountain and the caves made of porous rock to find their newest and hopefully permanent dwellings. End Thread "Talk"  Thought others