The truth was Phobia had found himself stagnating. Many of his siblings had gone off after their older sister but he'd remained in Elysium. There was really two reasons. The first was that for a while his father's health had been a bit touch and go, the second was that he had always been closer to his brother than any of his sisters. But he was also bored. To go from a prince to nothing certainly didn't sit well with him either. So he was finally kicking his ass in gear. He left the island the purple family had claimed and headed west. Phobia didn't have any specific destination in mind, he was just going until something caught his eye.

Like the strange debris littered field did. The dark red sky cast dark shadows over the whole thing, maybe that was what had really drawn him out. Cat like eyes dilated as he leaned down to look at a strange rusted object. It almost looked like the helmets he sometimes saw on other wolves but it was shaped slightly off, dented maybe, and tiny. Though Phobia was also quite big so maybe that was more a matter of perspective.


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he traveled away from the tenacious grasp of his family; the choke hold they had on him left him reaching- no.., gasping for something for himself. he set on routine journeys.. slipping through the unsuspecting night with hellish things in mind. his addiction no one knew about.. soon though. soon.
he's disturbed by a wolf near by as they walked over the field. a large one, male and youthful. perhaps a yearling. did that matter?- no. "Getting away from family too?" he spoke with a booming deep voice, baritone notes crashing into the atmosphere. the dire wolf slowly rose from his perch, his thick fur matted from his previous lay. he entertained small talk to figure them out, whatever it took really. by then, a low growl generated from deep within his barrel-wide chest; by habit or compulsion.. he didn't know why his body did things like this. a first nature to him, like a default he didn't have control over.
zephyros' vermilion gaze fixated on the male before him now. his pools gleaming, glowing and hungry while he watched them. curious and attentive to their every move. did rules apply here? the one's Érebos gave him? turning to the left then the right, zephyros stood tall for a moment before stepping forward like the snake he was. "What's..," he breathed in their scent, shuddering at the richness that swiveled around in the deepest cavities of his nose. "your name.." not a question, yet not a demand. his tone was too complex to dissect & his face too stoic to pin an accurate mood to.

"talk" - "think"

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Phobia almost didn't react to the voice that called out to him, deep and masculine, though his ears perked. It was the growl reached him that finally made the yearling lift his head, slowly, mismatched eyes rising to meet the form looking down at him. Pupils contracted then dilated visibly, a side-effect of the feline like eyes. If one knew what they were looking for they'd know that when his gaze had landed on the other wolf... He'd liked what he's seen. Hardly surprising all things considered. Phobia knew he was built for violence, larger than any of his litter mates and short fur did nothing to hide the muscles that rippled beneath but even he had to admit there was something impressive about the other male... And also scars were sexy. Teenage hormones and all that. Phobia would never deny he came by his proclivities honestly. Though he was much less practised than he'd like to admit. So maybe he was also desperate for a release.

And he wasn't a fool to believe that just because he liked the look of someone that they'd even get on. Phobia knew better than many how volatile someone could be. Usually it was him. "Does it matter either way?" He finally responded, his own deep rumbling voice carrying towards his observer. They'd caught each other's attention, what did prior intentions mean? Phobia watched carefully, as the other male stood and approached, movements almost serpentine. His nostrils flared, a deep masculine musk, almost smokey reached him. Mingled with a pack scent Phobia frankly had no point of reference for, nor did he much care.

He too stepped closer, it was dangerous, part threat and part dare. "Simply giving it to you would be no fun." Phobia flashed a toothy grin, elongated canine's catching the red light in a way that teeth did not, but gemstones certainly did. Maybe he was showing off, or maybe he was letting the other male see one of his cards, trying to entice him even. After all... He had one ace that could only be discovered via violence. His chest heaved with mounting excitement. Phobia wanted to know, wanted to judge beyond simply eyeing him up if he was as powerful as he looked. "Why don't you earn it?" It was a taunt. It was a challenge.


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