makes the man

Elias had been in the upper peaks of the Maw when he heard the howl ring across the mountains, it took him some time to descend down to the tainted soils of Mount Volkan. When he finally held the burning black mountain in his view, he surveyed the area around until he found Bellum standing at the base. He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff he stood upon, just less than a hundred feet away and truly stared. He vaguely recognized the young man, though he wasn't sure from where and it took some time and some studying before Elias finally realized that this was his son, one of the sons that Aures had restricted him from ever seeing.

He was a full grown adult now, and that was quite obvious, with shoulders wider than any that he had seen in his family thus far in comparison to how tall he was. This was a little tank, through and through. Ace was a massive man, but this creature before him held thick padding in the armor that was his fur to top it all off, as well. He did not appear to be as tall as some of the Praetors, but he was a truly remarkable specimen and Elias found an eager step to his footing as he rushed down the mountain.

He made it to the bottom of the Maw and began his trot across the blackened brimstone flooring that surrounded the volcano, a low rumbling growl followed by an echoing woof announcing his presence. Bellum had thought Elias was mistaken at first when Elias had tried to convince him he was his father, was he now certain? Perhaps Aures told him, did she tell him how they were conceived? Some part of him expected Bellum to be enraged, so by the time Elias finally stopped just five feet in front of his son- his expression was honestly quite blank.

"My son," Whether Aures approved or not, Elias would not deny his blood. "To what do I owe this honor?"