He was growing - and quickly. His family had dispersed after Tortuga was disbanded. Actively, he did not miss them, he felt nothing. Yet they left something empty within him - a hole that gnawed at the rest of him until there was nothing left. His dual toned eyes were devoid of emotion - where had they gone? Why had they left him? Did they not care? Oh how he missed his mother, wanted to hear her gentle voice, her smooth french tones would surely tell him that everything was alright. That they would never be apart again. It was only with his mother, and his siblings, that he felt strong.


Without them, what was he?


The phrase was repeated within his mind, over and over, turned over and examined until it was more a statement than a question. What could he ever be without them? Without their warmth and guidance and emotion that he seemed to lack. He needed them - did they need him too? He wasn't sure, couldn't be sure, and so he wandered away. Further and further, his paws carried him north - toward the snow, toward the chill, it sunk into his paws and wrapped around his legs and up his spine. Despite his inability to feel the pull toward the family that he knew that he needed, he felt the cold, and it was something.


He was something.


Quietly he gazed at the pine trees that lay in the distance, tall and intimidating but inviting all the same. At nearly six months old he was an awkward gangling thing. Hunting was hard, he couldn't take down anything bigger than a good sized groundhog - and they weren't an easy meal to defeat. He was long since running on empty, and instinctually he knew that he needed to eat sometime soon. And so he took a step toward the pines, pausing at the borders, but continuing slowly toward the scent of other wolves.


Dangerous, but he didn't feel the impending doom. Only the faint curiosity as to who lived here and the grumbling in his stomach that he wanted more than anything to quell.

Silent was the man as he flooded down the side of the trails. He had honestly been putting up quite the exasperating fight to tread the mountains and to remain ever alert of his new home. The terrain was different, the food was different, and overall his means of survival and tactics of thriving had to change. Tongue lapped over inky lips and the demon exposed himself to the open arena of the woods. eyes fleeting with speed around his home, devouring it to find the thing that had dared to trespass. It was without a certain amount of grace that he would come to a final conclusion, that ultimately he would realize the thing that had dared to trespass was but a child.

This did not affect his behavior.

The demon pressed himself forward, massive limbs propelling him to the child, and though he would not usher to shove him into the ground and demand he answer a slew of pre-requisition questions, he did present quite the grotesque march. Nails idly clicked and his tail assumed a position of dominance. This was not the typical method of madness Syrinx had been used to in Valhalla, no no, in this domain in a wintry wonderland far from where he was used to, he was faced with the typical existence of idiocy. The true question remained lingering on the fronts of his mind: was the child a dolt, or did he truly lack the characters in his life to instill fear? How Syrinx would love to take part of the craft.

"You trespass, child," the disdain in his voice is easily found and the marksman does not relent on his dangerous proclamation. while he forgets he has never been abandoned, forgets he has never been in the place of the child, he also forgets that a proper answer may not yet linger on the lips of the babe.

The large red male was in no way a being of stealth. The boy heard him coming in his final sweep toward him, the massive paws beneath the frame of the behemoth did not go unnoticed, and yet as Aeron paused, turning to face him, there was no fear in his eyes. No regret for trespassing, no remorse for being on land that was not his own. Only wondering what the other would do now that he had stopped him. "Is this your land?" He questioned, letting a moment tick by before he opened his mouth to speak. His voice did not yet rumble, the air he held was and perhaps always would be, quite small and unimpressive compared to the other male. He held not the genes within him to create a being so large.


If it was his land, and he asked him to leave, he would leave - albeit a bit reluctantly. There was a tiny flare of indignation that lived deep within him, but it would not become a flame on this day.


"I know not your rules on strangers." Tortuga... what were its rules? He was sure that they were hostile with those that stumbled upon their lands, the feeling of animosity toward those that were not their own went hand in hand with the closeness that he felt they held. Yet now that the pack was gone and he was alone, he had to wonder whether it was all in his head, and the group of wolves held no strings that tied them together at all. They certainly had not rallied together after the disappearance of their leaders, only spread out and melted away, quicker than the snow had from Winter to Spring. "Are you going to kill me?" He asked, surprisingly passive about his question, as if he was unaware of the weight of his words.


Idly he took a tentative step back, a single movement of his back right leg. Not fear, but it came with the realization that his mother wouldn't want him dead. Not now, not when he was so young, not while she was not around. 'But will she ever be around again?'

Luce had been seperated from her babes when Tortuga was lost, her pups had scattered to the winds and she had only just had them. Panic settled deep with her chest, fear creapt into the crevices of her heart and anguish filled her soul, she had followed their scents for days had managed to find all but two, Seraphine and Aeron. But where were they? Where had they gone? It was a stroke of luck that she had found Aeron's scent and in an instant the dame was off. Her legs, powerful and strong carried her faster than she had ever run. Crystalline blues were wide with worry, fear and panic as she urged her body harder, faster, stronger. She had to find him, he had to be alive! His visage came into her view and whom was he with? Who was this stranger? Who was this male? A snarl ripped from her vocals, ferocious and intense, in a split second, an instant, she had wedged her body, lethal and dangerous between the two. This was her son and he would not take him from her. Not this flea bitten rat from Valhalla. Nothing good came from that festering wound of a pack! Nothing! She had heard that Glaciem had taken on a new ruler, but she cared not if Syrinx was that ruler, forcing herself to bite back her instincts and to have some display of decorum, her white lips parted and words utterly detached spilled forth. ?I apologize for my son Syrinx, he is young, he does not know where one territory ends and the next begins. We will be leaving now.? The she wolfs eyes gleamed with anger and malice, he needed to back off, to get away from her son. She didn't like anyone or anything so close to her pups. speech !

The Irish demon was no longer a child, no longer to willingly succumb to the threads and toils of the world around him. And so, the man would lash his tail out his eyes falling on the child, responding to his questioning with a level of glee that he had not yet been able to magnify. Still, it mattered little what the Tyant was capable of, it was what he was going to do, "It is yours now, as well," A delightfully issues claim? Yes, that was perfect. The man crossed his tongue over his blackened lips and sickened jaw, twisting his visage into that of pleasure. The child would grow to be something interesting if Syrinx had his way in twisting his life, "I am Syrinx, your Alpha, what is your name, child?" it would be beneficiary that he know the name of his subjects. All of them. At least, he could offer the ploy that it would be anyways. He held no attachment to the child. Or so he thought.

"I will not kill you," and then came the apology, and while her tone was devoid of emotion, there was the fire in her eyes, propelling Syrinx to wish even more anger on her, to wish even more havoc, "Your wants mean nothing, you are a rogue," His nails idly danced in the soil and a sigh drifted from his larynx, "You may take up a home with him though? Act as a warrior in my Glaciem?" It was technically only partially his, regardless, things were not how he had intended, no no, they were far more interesting. Eyes stared at the cr?me mottled and silver woman before he placed two and two together and a wry twist of his lips had him curling, "Is this the product of you and your son?" He knew very well that she had taken Neo in. Though, Luce was a vile creature, having slept with a child.

Ears falling back against his head he waited for the woman to make her decision, prodding her, "You may decide if you come or not, but you have no ability to take him from me, so let him go, or come with me," After all, there was the very slight chance that the blanid woman would prove a decent addition. If anything he could use her to speak against so many. She had no moral values. She was a whore.

Luce snarled, her temper rising as this bastard dare lay claim upon her son. He was hers, he belonged to her. He was of her loins and no one else. The boy was still too young to have a choice, and Luce would not allow this. Anger and indignation burned in the depths of cerulean pools, she would give him not the satisfaction of her anger. She had power here not that slime ball of a monstrosity. She forced herself to calm, to think of her youth first. Tongue lolling from her mouth to lick her chops, she contemplated. "He is my son. He stays with me... but I'm not opposed to moving my family. Three others, three pups that I will willingly bring. We will join your pack, all I ask is a den for my family and the protection of my pups, if you can promise me that. My claws and teeth will be at your beck and call however you may need them, do we have an accord?" speech !

The claim was issued and the glacial beast would rise from where he stood, the towering limbs of the man would surge forth; serpentine teeth would wretch around the woman's throat before he would force her down, eyes commanding her subservience before he so willingly retracted, frame covering that of the boy- of aeron. Tongue delightfully lashed over his inky kissers and his ears pivoted forward in malignancy before he ushered forth a haughty, "No," he bent to the will of none and he would have no woman dare try and turn words against him. Rippling thew roared and burned beneath his russet flesh as he condemned her to fate should she return, "Should you or your children show their face to Glaciem, I'll rip their throats from their living bodies and devour them," and one would speculate it was for her to take Aeron, but non, the child was his, and with eager paw Syrinx would rage towards the child, pointing his muzzle North, into Glaciem, "Go, you are mine now," and forever more it would be explicitly so.