We're the ones that made you

*Elias* · (This post was last modified: 03-16-2018, 03:47 PM by Elias.)

The stone foundations littered across the clearing that made up God's Garden were a blessing for the gray wolf. If he sat still against them, not only did they cool him but they camouflaged him nearly perfectly. As if chiseled in stone himself, the statue sat tall with his head held high on his shoulders. His short coat did not hide the definition in his muscles at all, every one of them tight and defined- especially around his chest, shoulders and neck. The fiend always looked as if he was full of tension, ready to lash out; the red of his eyes apparently seething even in the rare moments of Elias' peace.

Now was such a moment.

His lungs greedily pulled in the air in front of him in one gigantic breath, expanding his chest while he took in the scents of the Garden's morning. His eyes whaled almost immediately as one very familiar, although faint, scent snuck it's way into his memories. Visions flashed in his head of the days when him and his siblings fought in the courtyard of their kingdom, the smell of his brother's fur in his nose while his teeth sank into his flesh, yes.. those memories.

A relative had arrived. Not his brother, but not far off from the scent of him.

Immediately, the beast stood up and flagged out his tail- thick limbs moving quickly over the grass while his neck lowered to align with his shoulders. His eyes narrowed, if only due to his focus as he followed the scent the wind carried. He was hunting.

It didn't take long for the goliath to stumble across the pup, thinking to himself that the child was approximately a year old. He was wrong, of course- but Elias wasn't an expert on puppy aging. As he got closer, the smell became more and more obvious.. though intwined with something else.. what was it? Who was it? Aahh...

His heart nearly sank in his chest. How many bastard children did he have? Zuriel was pregnant, and now this woman.. Odette, was it? The one that thought she could best him in a spar? Yes, her. That was undeniably her scent, which made this young man...

"Son." His eyes narrowed once again, deadset on the child in front of him. His head tilted down, keeping his visage directly facing the boy as Elias stood nearly ten feet from him.

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