eyes wide shut

He had been hanging around the burning mountain for some time now, getting to know it's surroundings. It reminded him so much of home, so very much of his roots. His roots were as deeply seeded in him as the veins of molten rock that moved beneath the ground he walked upon even now, and something about Mount Volkan was calling to him.

He knew what it was, but... would he answer it to find out? 'Elias,' a booming echo hit his mind like a shock of thunder, tunneling his vision and putting him in a blurry phase. He stumbled at the first few lines of budding trees that made up the nook, where the ground was still covered in burnt soil from the carnage of years prior. He stumbled as his ears became almost deafened by that powerful voice. It was the voice of his deceased father, the one that seemed to move him the most out of all of them- and it had been nearly three years since he had been blessed enough to hear it.

He shook his head as if it would deter the dizziness that he was experiencing... trying to clear his senses. 'Elias, you know you must.' His ears were ringing now as he raced forward, trying to find cover so that he wasn't so vulnerable and out in the open while his senses failed him.

He sprawled out in the newgrowth, fresh grass that has grown at the base of a larger, charred tree. The nook provided little cover, but it would do as he chose to let go of his senses and truly listen. "Do you think I can?" His voice was quiet, nearly shy like that of a child. His vision began to clear, but he was not paying it any attention. His focus was internal, and he was listening and watching through his mind rather than his sensory organs.

'You were made for this, Elias. We have been sleeping for too long. Bring us back, fight for us- blood of my blood.' The booming sound slowly grew fainter in its echo, and the ringing in his ears gently subsided. He clung to it for as long as possible as he laid there next to the charred tree, remembering fondly the one-eyed, black face of his father. Much like Kane, Dominus had been a being seemingly formed from the shadows- not an ounce of color breaching his fur. A phantom. A phantom much like the one that ran by him so elegantly just now.

The way the wolf moved seemed so otherworldly on the long legs of a demon, he nearly believed it to be the spirit of his father waltzing among the natural plane right before him. Elias immediately got to his feet, his attention solely on the being nearly thirty feet ahead of him.

His eyes widened as he remembered one of such angular features in his past, one that had fled from his assault like an absolute coward. A wicked grin overcame his lips as he moves to invade the man's path, his legs nearly a blur as he crawled to just ten feet of him and deeply beckoned out, "Poser!"