It's called being Wired Differently
07-07-2018, 07:50 PM
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Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
07-08-2018, 05:04 PM
With his days dedicated to watching over his children and his nights dedicated to the safety of the territory, that left very little time for Elias himself to sleep. He generally slept in the afternoon, rising with the moon. By the time the Imps were awake, Elias had already finished his duties and was ready to dedicate his time to them. However, the snow and scarcity of prey up in the mountains had made it by far more difficult for him to properly dedicate his time to them than he expected.
He had noticed Actaea sleeping through the days, and while they were not training he didn't mind- but he had made it a point tonight to correct this behavior of hers if he could. Each of them were now beginning to show their own individuality and that pleased him, though he hoped to acknowledge Actaea's differences before she grew to resent him because of them. He found the purple mass at the entrance of the den like always, her curious eyes peering out with a burning need for something stimulating like how a fire craved oxygen.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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07-08-2018, 08:51 PM
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Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
07-09-2018, 02:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2018, 02:29 AM by Elias.)
She seemed to light up almost immediately, not even allowing for his words to come to a complete end before he began to witness that little tail of hers slowly wag. The sight of her usually distant expressions transforming into something so interested simply made him bubble over with a warm sense of pride. He chuckled, unable to suppress his own excitement to share this night with her and turned right back around, waiting to escort her down back down the mountain that he'd come from.
Once she was trotting next to him, he made sure to keep his long limbs calm at a leisurely pace, not wanting to make it too difficult for her to keep up with him. He didn't want her rushing and slipping on ice, having young children this high up in the mountains was anxiety in itself... though he appreciated the secure feeling of being able to see an army coming from a mile away. The thought of war was not somewhere he wanted his mind to drift too, so instead his ruby gaze found the pup on his right side and his inky lips curved a smile.
The sound of a wild turkey somewhere below them calling for its mate made him pause, both in thought and physically as he stood there in the packed down snow that made up the pathway up to their kingdom. He looked to his daughter, wondering if she recognized this call or if it would frighten her now that they were out of view of the den.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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08-10-2018, 08:28 PM
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Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
08-13-2018, 12:15 PM
As she studied the air and did her best to utilize her senses and sate her curiosity as best she could about the call, Elias watched with a soft smile occupying his lips. His red gaze never left her, it was as though he couldn't look away as he watched the little gears in her mind turning. She was so smart, Elias could tell.. she reminded him so much of Eliana that it pained him to know Eliana would likely never meet her.
He wasn't prepared for the overflowing sense of pride and joy that those words brought him. He didn't expect to have his own heart pulled from his chest as she correctly answered him. Yes, she was learning their land. She didn't even need a hint. To watch a struggling, crying infant who needed so much help and care grow into an individual full of their own wonderous capabilities was a journey Elias was wholeheartedly enjoying.
He grinned and gave her a nod, containing himself for the most part though it was obvious he was very proud by that grin on his maw. Yes, it was a turkey. He hushed her gently afterward and began moving to the coverage of the foliage that made up the distance between them and that call. He masked himself in the shadows of the pines and crouched his tall height lower to the ground. He moved slow and on carefully placed steps so that he wouldn't make a noise, though he was mindful of Actaea and never strayed too far away from her. She was always on his radar, and he would get her as close as possible.
He felt like it was important for them to understand where their food came from, he did. Souls were their strength and everything on this earth had one, including the food that they devoured. He remembered as a kid that discovering animals alive that had already been delivered to him dead was the craziest realization, and for that reason, he stalked the sound of the turkeys until they were in sight.
Through the branches of pines, he watched them move in a small flock of four. He looked behind him for Actaea and motioned her forward with his nose, moving aside so she could fit there with him within the tree. He knew it wouldn't be long before they caught their scent, but he wanted to show her the family even if it meant risking missing out on a free meal. Once she was able to watch and study them for a while, he smiled and whispered for her to wait there in the coverage of the tree.
He crept out of the bushes and into the moonlight, the turkeys were finally starting to realize that the wolves who lived on these lands were giving them attention. Two took off immediately, though the biggest of them all seemed set on making sure the rest got out alive. Elias made quick work of taking the turkey down, a single lunge bringing him to the neck of the bird as it would attempt to run from him. One quick shake, a few flying feathers, and the thing was dead.. the other three already gone and out of view. Elias immediately looked up from the kill toward the tree where he left Actaea. He couldn't see her from here, she was completely hidden but he knew she was waiting there for him like he instructed. He gave her a nod and waited for her to come forward.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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09-09-2018, 06:12 PM
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Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them