Aberro

If there was one reason for Elias to be thankful for ever meeting Dumois, it would be for the man introducing him to the effects of eating fungus. Healing the deep burns of the lava pitted against the left side of his face had been no easy feat even for the veteran. He had enough scars to account for his ability to say he knew pain, but even so... this one took nearly all of his energy out of him.

The mushrooms took him out of his mind, out of the world where his closest brother had betrayed him and his wife had abandoned him. He was not dwelling on the mentality of a victim like he usually was, he was escaping and leaping straight over all of that. He had big plans, and thanks to the effects of his new favorite plant- even bigger dreams.

Looking rather skinny and disheveled, the cretin crawled him his deeply dug-out den pitted in the Soulless Forest. He'd avoided everyone as he took time to get used to the monstrosity that he had become, though that meant he had also been barely able to keep himself fed. He'd spent hours just tripping on psychedelics and staring at his own hideous reflection in the reflection of puddles, though something about the flesh of the scars covering half his face filled him with rage and confidence but he was beginning to feel the effects of his neglect to self-care. He needed food, he needed friends. Elias never did well in solitude or without responsibilities, and if he let himself continue to dive into the darkest parts of his mind.. he knew he'd end up lost.

Ruina could not afford for Elias to become lost.

Though Erovrare had a nice ring to it, this was not where Elias intended to stay unless he could convert these people to followers of Apollyon. And where was Apollyon? Inside him. Who was he to these people currently? Oracle. He was an oracle. Not an alpha, not even a beta- not able to climb in rank, only destined to speak to spirits and guide these people. It wasn't something that he particularly liked- it's not what he was born to do, and thus.. he'd been sleeping his duties without much concern. He knew his son wouldn't be pleased with lack of socialization and contribution forever, though he hoped that their common goal was enough to buy him time. His facial scars had long since healed months ago, but the mental ones took much longer; he was finally ready, finally able to keep his composure and finally able to face the rest of the pack that his son had welcomed him to. Though he knew he did not belong here, he also felt very appreciative for his ability to be here... and honestly, proud of the man his son had become and the people he was able to have stand behind him.

After all, how many wolves did following Apollyon land him so far? Many came, but just as many left.

A deep growl whispered from within as his mental shackles clattered,
'Careful, Elias...'

Faint screams rang in his ears, causing those impish pillars to perk to the sound. Yellowed teeth exposed themselves in a genuine smirk as he remembered those he'd claimed. Well, at least he still had them.