Fallen Angel

Those intense blue eyes nearly glossed over in appearance as the man began to chisel through the barricade his false reality had made to defend its credibility. The "volcano" had been a shrine in his youth, he had been taught to pay respect to it.. it wasn't just a part of nature.. was it? The sensible side of him knew better and slowly began to feel embarrassed as he recalled what he had just blurted out in his panic. Hardly anyone he met even knew of Ruina or these beliefs he'd had engrained into him, he felt insane talking about it to most.. but.. he had been so certain this wolf had been a part of everything...

His pant slowed as he closed his eyes and focused on Regulus' words. They worked to soothe him as he tried to focus on the present; and it did help that Regulus circled around limit the amount of utter chaos within Dominus' view. 'Stay calm, and move one step at a time.'.

When Regulus finally announced himself, Dominus' breathing all but stopped as he looked up to him in an almost glare. It wasn't meant to be offending, but rather the result of the youth taking in the truth with uncertainty. It felt so wrong to hear those words come out of being he'd just been certain was a demon, but he accepted it and looked again toward his own paws as he thought. Finally, when he felt as though he had come to terms with what really was, he looked up again with calm breathing and a stable mind.

"Dominus Praetor.. of.. of Ruina." He hadn't even been certain on whether or not to mention where he was from, but his birth pack was definitely in his thoughts ever since the eruption. Where was everyone now and what had they moved on to? He felt so left behind, and it wasn't until now that he realized how utterly frightening it was to imagine Ruina being real once again. It felt like a nightmare more than it did his history. His gaze slightly slacked away from Regulus as he began to lose focus all over again. He wasn't as fascinated by the similarities of their scent, although he did notice it too. It was odd, it felt.. like that was normal almost with this encounter. They were related, weren't they? Weren't they supposed to be?

The boy collapsed on the floor, his eyes shutting hard as pain surged through his head. He whimpered again and the urge to beg Apollyon to make it stop almost hit him again until he remembered that... Apollyon was an old man named Regulus from a place called Valhalla. Everything was so unbelievably confusing, he didn't have the ability to acknowledge and make sense of their scents. Not now while his mind was so fragile.