The young Elysius had not felt the need to answer his sister?s call, not right away; he had known he would find his way to her side soon enough but after the sickness had taken him and confined him to a small and horrible prison both within his own mind and in the literal sense the yearling had been eager to get out and explore a bit.
Now Novocaine had made his way home. The gray and white boy stalking in the mist with great confidence, these were his lands, the mists were in his blood same as any tree or shrub that had sprouted here. With a slight flourish the boy threw his head back and released his voice in a call for his sister.






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Please note: Novocaine is missing his right eye entirely, an empty socket is all that remains in its stead. Not all of his tables reflect that as of yet!

my, my --- wasn?t she the popular one after seizing her iron THRONE, clad in the { metaphorical } golden embellishments of a queen. her empire sluggishly expanding as she slaves over intensive labors tacitly allocated with her newfound prestige, robust appendages dutifully propelling her disfigured form in the direction from whence the summons for her immediate presence emanates from, possessing the familiar tone of family that she so willingly complies to. novocaine-----he had gone amiss proceeding her v i c t o r y and had been absent during elysium?s inauguration, though she had not felt inclined to pursue him; he was an elysius by blood, and the phantom knew he did not seek separation from the hoard --- especially when their headquarters resided within the cryptic forest of his birth. the violet and metallic prisms of her eyes reflect naught but unbridled mirth as his dainty physique manifests from the mists, immediately ensnaring her attention with its vigorous quality. he had evidently regained his strength from the plague that formerly ailed him { of which the tyrant had believed might have snuffed the life from his very veins }, and now stands to conquer her ranks --- or so the elysius deity can only assume. their family is defined by AMBITION, after all --- such a prospect is hardly farfetched. ?welcome home, novo,? the wraith announces her presence with a sneer, left shoulder seeking to { gently } contact his right side as she passes him. she says nothing more, though gradually, the amusement dissipates from her marred countenance in favor of mild curiosity ----- will you stay?

She too would materialize from the mists, her form so much more hidden within the white. There was a glimmer of affection in his eyes though he more or less kept his expression one of cocky confidence. There had been an allowance in a lapse of control during the sickness, he had forgiven himself for being so weak, so desperate for aid, but he would not allow it to happen again; if he seemed a bit overly eager to prove himself that was through no fault of his own.
His sister would welcome him, home, and a brief triumphant smile would crease the corners of his mouth before it faded. Home had never been something he had truly clung too, certainly it was the notion that had made him seek refuge in the silver bitch?s pack, but the lands he now stood upon were less about home and more about birthright. The notion of home had always seen like something for the weak, an untouchable goal that made displaced woman weep and that fools fought to their deaths for. Now that it was within his grasp however?
Artemis would brush gently against Novocain?s side and he shifted ever so slightly to press into her as she did. ?Glad to be back.? He spoke evenly, no sign of any of the sentiment he felt.







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Please note: Novocaine is missing his right eye entirely, an empty socket is all that remains in its stead. Not all of his tables reflect that as of yet!

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the gratification is present upon his countenance and faintly obscured beneath the intensity of his cerulean gaze, and her own pallid features reflect similar emotion -- however much it is veiled beneath the indifferent guise she adorns. at his sentiment, the pride flares intensely beneath taut flesh; the elysius deity knows it was her relentless efforts that brought them back to their shadowed keep, and that she would strive to perpetuate her reign as tyrant to maintain the elysius? hold over it --- eternally. it is a duty she has imposed upon herself as her kin?s monarch and provider, and the day of her resign from such paramount obligations will be the day her life is snuffed from her very veins. the phantom removes herself from his proximities as a saccharine grin distorts frayed lips, fervent pupils fixated upon his own diminutive physique as she reclines upon supple thighs -- elongated tail furling idly about her haunches while she dutifully scrutinizes. he gives no indication of a desire to pledge fealty towards her reign, though the wraith knows he would not have sought her presence if not for acceptance into her strict hierarchy. ?if you wish to stay, you must work for it,? the queen informs him, her speech firm as all traces of emotion elude her countenance. ?i took this forest and pack for our sake, but that does not mean family is e n t i t l e d.? a singular brow quirks, chin elevating slightly as if to dare him to refute her claim. disrespect towards her authority is intolerable, even if she receives it from her own flesh and blood.

Now is his time, as much as hers. Novocaine could see himself building himself up to be something greater here, could see hard work and training pushing him towards his ultimate goal, and while he would never seek to surpass Artemis in her conquest he could see himself becoming greatest of his litter mates; they had not bled and nearly died for the right to step foot upon these lands, had not braved their own demons, had not felt their body refuse to respond to their own mind?s commands all for the sake of the forest, at least not that he was aware of.
She would finally settle, unmatched eyes watching him, Novocaine remained standing however a cocky grin once more rising upon his face as she spoke. ?I would have it no other way.? Novocaine shifted his weight, ?In fact the sooner the better.?







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Please note: Novocaine is missing his right eye entirely, an empty socket is all that remains in its stead. Not all of his tables reflect that as of yet!