Alone in a Room
04-17-2018, 08:05 AM
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04-17-2018, 08:36 AM
He had spent his night underneath the coverage of a weeping willow within the mangrove the night prior, and to his pleasant surprise... there was something about the mangrove that made it come alive in autumn. Between the fireflies and the glow of the foliage beneath the moon, everything about the mangrove seemed quite mystical and otherworldly. It didn't surprise him, as... it wasn't too far from the gates that led to the Underworld within Mount Volkan.
He could feel the presence of spirits here, and he could feel the threads of fate being woven by them as he enjoyed his stay beneath their trees and among their soil. He felt energized and inspired when he awoke and wasted no time looking for an outlet to pour that energy into it, lest he became.. bored and unsatisfied.
His toes were strong as they gripped the healthy soil, pulling him along vigilantly at the end of his long, well-muscled limbs that held markings very similar to Derecho's own. It wasn't until he crossed paths with the trails of a herd of deer that he slowed down and began tracking, and it wasn't long after that when he noticed the tracks of another wolf who appeared to be doing the exact same as he.
His thick skull lowered, his square muzzle hovering above the bent grass left in the pawprints of the woman he echoed. Her scent was alarming, to say the least.. so very much akin to his own and to Storm's.. he had a feeling this was one of the daughters Storm spoke of, but he did his best not to get ahead of himself just yet. He followed the scent of her quietly, focused on the hope of finding his daughter over finding the herd. What he found was something unexpected, as.. she didn't appear to be hunting, she appeared to be observing the deer.
From a distance, he watched her as she looked on to the herd, his eyes eventually trailing over to them as well. They stuck so close to one another as they grazed, their long legs never seeming to move without grace as they moved around from one another. For now, predator and prey seemed to be at peace.. and that was something the hunter hadn't experienced in quite some time. He lowered his skull, aligning it with his spine as he moved in fluid fashion toward the girl he'd been following. He could only see the side of her face, but already.. those markings and that mane stuck out to him. She was a beautiful mix between the two of them, holding his tones and the faint outlines of the markings that made up his pelt- yet with the gloss of white inherited from her mother that kept her looking... pure. And what a purity she was, sitting here.. harmlessly watching the deer that the fiend was preying upon just moments ago.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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04-17-2018, 10:32 AM
This place was surprisingly peaceful, quiet, and yet she felt so mysteriously energized. If it wasn’t for being weighed down by the injured fawn she had feasted on she might have the drive to simply chase this herd around for pure sport. Her silver-blue eyes intently watched the prey, so unaware of her presence. It was strange at how at peace the deer were with her not that far from her, but it gladly gave her something to do as she digested for a bit. Her thoughts pulled to her family again. Thinking of her mother, her sisters, and her brothers. After all this time would they still be welcoming of her? She was sure her mother would, but her siblings she wasn’t to sure. The boys always seemed to hate her and back then she was cocky and highly independent to the point she had little time for them. Thinking back now she regretted being that way, not spending more time with them. She liked her freedom but the loneliness is what made it hard.
Then the reoccurring question surfaced within her mind, one that always came up when it came to her family. She hadn’t been around to find out why her true father wasn’t in the picture. Bass acted as one, but she knew the light colored male was not her father. Like any child she dreamed about what her father looked like, acted like, and even smelled like. What was his name? Where did he come from? So many questions and no answers to satisfy her thirst for knowledge. If she saw her mother again she would surly ask, but the hard thing was her mother was blind so what knowledge she would have still wouldn’t satisfy the young women’s mind. She wanted to meet the man herself, no matter what kind of creature he was. She focused herself back on the herd, not wanting to dwell on things she couldn’t get answers to, besides that wouldn’t be relaxing.
She could hear the quiet approach of the male, he was downwind from her and came in the same way she did. He must be looking for a decent breakfast and fallowed the herd also. Her ears remained alert, but she was still as a statue as she watched the herd and tracked the male’s movements. When the movements came to a stop close to where she was her body tensed ever so slightly, since her run in with Deamon she was being more cautious around strange men. Then he called out a greeting in a hushed tone, one that didn’t disturb the herd that was close to them she turned her head towards him her silvery blue eyes looking over his face then to his scars. He was a respectable distance so she wasn’t worried just yet.
”Good morning, looking for breakfast?” she greeted in hushed tones as well not wanting to scare the herd away.
Then the reoccurring question surfaced within her mind, one that always came up when it came to her family. She hadn’t been around to find out why her true father wasn’t in the picture. Bass acted as one, but she knew the light colored male was not her father. Like any child she dreamed about what her father looked like, acted like, and even smelled like. What was his name? Where did he come from? So many questions and no answers to satisfy her thirst for knowledge. If she saw her mother again she would surly ask, but the hard thing was her mother was blind so what knowledge she would have still wouldn’t satisfy the young women’s mind. She wanted to meet the man herself, no matter what kind of creature he was. She focused herself back on the herd, not wanting to dwell on things she couldn’t get answers to, besides that wouldn’t be relaxing.
She could hear the quiet approach of the male, he was downwind from her and came in the same way she did. He must be looking for a decent breakfast and fallowed the herd also. Her ears remained alert, but she was still as a statue as she watched the herd and tracked the male’s movements. When the movements came to a stop close to where she was her body tensed ever so slightly, since her run in with Deamon she was being more cautious around strange men. Then he called out a greeting in a hushed tone, one that didn’t disturb the herd that was close to them she turned her head towards him her silvery blue eyes looking over his face then to his scars. He was a respectable distance so she wasn’t worried just yet.
”Good morning, looking for breakfast?” she greeted in hushed tones as well not wanting to scare the herd away.
04-27-2018, 10:56 AM
As she asked him if he was looking for breakfast, he gave the herd of deer in the distance a quick glance. The moment just seemed so serene, and he had no doubt he'd be able to track them down again when he was ready. His head lifted slightly, ears perking atop his marred crown as his eyes found her own once again. She looked so much like Storm, with the diluted red Praetor eyes shining through. It was bittersweet, the discovery of his beautiful daughter- and the knowledge that he wasn't really a part of her life.
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05-05-2018, 08:12 PM
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07-07-2018, 12:54 PM
She stated her name and it nearly sent a shiver down his body, though he suppressed the feeling save for the summoning of life to his fur. All along his spine, his hackles prickled slowly- only adding to the mass that was the titan. He knew from her scent alone that she was his daughter, but hearing her confirm it with her name only seemed to make his heart beat even faster. She was alive, healthy, and utterly beautiful- a perfect blend of both of her parents and for a moment, Elias simply stood and watched her in awe while inspiration swelled in his chest.
He wanted her to know who he was, even if his past mistakes were something that she was aware of or might resent him for. They were the reason for her existence, and though he was not proud of what he did to Storm- he was proud of her, of her beauty, of her serenity, of her innocent, and of the blood that flowed in her veins. He lifted his head, ears rising with pride as he made his decision.
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