It Was Written In Blood
09-25-2016, 12:56 AM
The woman that he'd met had been interesting enough, but there were other thoughts that overwhelmed his mind far greater than a brief encounter with a female. His sister had not been forgotten, not at all, and he often wondered if she truly forgave him for leaving. How could he expect her to? She understood why, she understood the madness that corrupted his fragile mind and that he was sure of. He was a danger to himself, but he had also become a danger to others and Katar's death was evidence of that. Eliana and Katar had never been close, but the death of a such a sweet woman was a tragedy- and knowledge that her brother had been the murderer had to be so hard on her. It was difficult to fathom what she must be going through now without him, without the only voice that could truly speak the words trapped in his sister's brain for her, but he had to leave. He would not let himself become the villain for his nieces and nephews, he would not let himself become a mad king.
He'd traveled around Mount Volkan's borders repeatedly as if some sort of gravitational pull kept him in it's limits, and that pull was the nostalgia of the home they'd grown up in as young pups. The home where him and his sister had taken their very first howl, the home where they'd laid their father to rest. It was in a volcano as active as this one, under a sky as veiled as this one. He could not be around them for their own sake, but that did not mean he wanted to forget them- quite the opposite, he wanted to live on in remembrance of them and to always know the love he had so that hopefully he wouldn't stray too far from it. He would never admit these deepest thoughts to anyone, he would never let them see the pain that secretly lied within the wolf seemingly made of stone, but Lia would always know of it whether he admitted it or not.
As he made his rounds yet again, he thought perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him when he'd picked up the scent of his sister. He didn't even lower his nose to the stone of the plateau to seek it out, he tried to dismiss it while his mind began whirling in it's usual battle. When it didn't fade, but in fact.. grew stronger.. he finally gave in to the possible illusion's temptation and let his long limbs steer in it's direction.
Then, large paw prints disturbing the light layer of ashen dust that covered the terrain signaled that her presence was quite possibly real and his nose lowered, her scent thick. She was close, he could practically feel the warmth left behind on the stone. It was Eliana. His heart raced within his chest as the giant erupted into a run, nails grating across the slate until he'd finally caught sight of her. Her familiar black and tan coloration nearly made a whine bubble from his throat as the feeling of love moved him with a force. "Lia," he called, his words nearly choked though he remained tall and strongly statured, his chin lifted as he looked on to her and slowed his stride.
"You've... come after me? Is everything alright?" Though he was undeniably relieved to see his sister in his presence once again, he couldn't help but show concern for what they'd both now left behind. Did she come seeking help, or did she come seeking him?
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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