Scrape Me Off The Ceiling [Abraxas Fam]

His dreams rarely made cohesive sense. They didn’t react like reality, landscapes morphed seamlessly into new places. Characters shifted and changed, one became another and then became another. Tonight the world cracked open, a crevasse that dipped all the way into the Underworld.

Two demons escaped, clawing their way upwards into the mortal world. They were horned and scaly and all teeth and spite. Phenex watched as they burned everything they touched - the plants, the water and even the wolves who dared try to stop them.

Phenex woke with a start, throwing himself to his feet and gnashing his teeth at invisible foes. He took great deep breaths, the sound loud in his ears, before he heard his elder sister calling out.

Pyralis. She was crying out — no, wait. Shouting. There was pain there, yes, but she was not succumbing to it. He left his den, ears pinned and eyes dialated as he tried to identify the trouble. The dark form of Amon was way ahead of him and, out of instinct, Phenex took chase and followed.

Amon had stopped by their sister’s side, watching carefully. The wind shifted and blessed Phenex with scents and, like a puzzle piece falling into place, he suddenly understood. His footfalls slowed and he approached more cautiously - one should  never tempt a dam with her brood, after all.

Especially not this female.

Phenex was close by when Amon’s head tilted up and he let out a deep, bone rattling howl. It was both a calling and a celebration. Phenex could not resist the pull to raise his head as well and call alongside his brother, keeping his howl quieter than the dominate male’s but helping it rise in volume nonetheless.

He finally approached the pair of adults and looked down at the wiggling mass of puppies. Phenex had no wish for young of his own, though if he must breed to further their genes than he would do what needed to be done. They were still slimy and whimpering, even as their tiny muzzles clamped onto her teats.

”You have done well, Pyralis,” he said lowly, looking at her and nodding. ”What kind of meat do you wish to consume? Something larger than a lemmings and ptarmagins, hmm?” The last bit was with a bit of a smirk, recalling their last conversation.