for whom the bell tolls

With the twice-opened wound on his paw slowly healing, the brute was sleeping in a bit longer than usual. The sun had finally started to rise, but the enveloping darkness that surrounded he and Zuriel within Ruina's Citadel spoke nothing of that sun. He was sleeping peacefully when the bark of the dog faintly broke the silence within the dormant room. His ruby eyes slowly opened as his mind adjusted from his fantasies of slumber to reality. This was his first morning waking up on territory of his own and he felt his heart race at the thought of it. Ruina was here, Ruina was a real thing and the call of one of a new Purgatorian was summoning him once again, just like the days in his youth.

It was a revitalizing feeling, to say the least. Without any signs of protest, his paws found themselves underneath his form and he slipped out of the den. So much had happened the night before, thoughts of Zuriel and their future imps were definitely fresh on his mind. That thought energized him even more, his well-muscled limbs moving swiftly across the mountain until he descended upon the final, black peak of burning fire. The dark form of the borzoi was almost lost in all the soot of the plateau, but Elias' predatory scan quickly located him. Elias rushed to fill in the space between them, leaving just four feet of allowance between them.

"Dimitri." His voice was gruff and tired, causing him to clear his throat afterward though it still held the same morning gravel. "You don't like to waste time. I like that. So what does this mean, then? Are you looking indeed intending on becoming a part of what you saw here last night?"