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'The hell are you doing here Bels? Isn't your mommy gonna miss you, not that i really care, but still.' He gave a snort to Cain as he kept moving forward. No matter how much he tried, ignoring the male just wasn't an option at this point. Some time ago he had come to understand that their was other beings inside him, yet he still only really understood Cain at this point, though there was one that above all the other noise seemed to be getting louder and more pronounced as time went on. He was two seasons old and he had decided staying near his mother was becoming boring. Might as well make her worry a little it would provide some kind of amusement at least. "Well im trying to find something for us to do, I mean she isn't really fun right now. Besides I thought you liked it when we did naughty things." He could hear the laugh from Cain as he said that. He shook his head. Cain was, well Cain. As much as he didn't like the man he was all the friends Bellum had really. A sigh came and he pushed forward enjoying the little bit of peace he was getting. It wouldn't last long with the super talkative Cain. He Stopped as he reached a wall and tilted his head. 'Jump it Bels, I bet you could. No need to turn back or find a way around.' He rolled his eyes. "And risk falling back and hurting my butt? No thank you, we can just find another way around it." He snorted at the thought of even trying. Really what was Cain even thinking? There was a muffled growling sound in his head but he wasn't sure that's what it was since Cain wouldn't growl like that. He lifted a brow at it. Though it was quiet again and he had to think he was just hearing things. He moved forward again turning his direction to parallel the wall, hoping to find a way over it or around it. After all there had to be something right? Walk, "Bellum", 'Cain', 'Astaroth', 'Ba'al' Think |
The stone foundations littered across the clearing that made up God's Garden were a blessing for the gray wolf. If he sat still against them, not only did they cool him but they camouflaged him nearly perfectly. As if chiseled in stone himself, the statue sat tall with his head held high on his shoulders. His short coat did not hide the definition in his muscles at all, every one of them tight and defined- especially around his chest, shoulders and neck. The fiend always looked as if he was full of tension, ready to lash out; the red of his eyes apparently seething even in the rare moments of Elias' peace.
Now was such a moment.
His lungs greedily pulled in the air in front of him in one gigantic breath, expanding his chest while he took in the scents of the Garden's morning. His eyes whaled almost immediately as one very familiar, although faint, scent snuck it's way into his memories. Visions flashed in his head of the days when him and his siblings fought in the courtyard of their kingdom, the smell of his brother's fur in his nose while his teeth sank into his flesh, yes.. those memories.
A relative had arrived. Not his brother, but not far off from the scent of him.
Immediately, the beast stood up and flagged out his tail- thick limbs moving quickly over the grass while his neck lowered to align with his shoulders. His eyes narrowed, if only due to his focus as he followed the scent the wind carried. He was hunting.
It didn't take long for the goliath to stumble across the pup, thinking to himself that the child was approximately a year old. He was wrong, of course- but Elias wasn't an expert on puppy aging. As he got closer, the smell became more and more obvious.. though intwined with something else.. what was it? Who was it? Aahh...
His heart nearly sank in his chest. How many bastard children did he have? Zuriel was pregnant, and now this woman.. Odette, was it? The one that thought she could best him in a spar? Yes, her. That was undeniably her scent, which made this young man...
"Son." His eyes narrowed once again, deadset on the child in front of him. His head tilted down, keeping his visage directly facing the boy as Elias stood nearly ten feet from him.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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Bellum hadn't made it very far and the approach of another was missed, for the most part. That was until a word fell from the lips of the male. A snarl rose from inside his head as Cain took an immediate dislike to being sneaked up on. The boy was quick to whirl around and face the man, who had called him son. Tri-colored eyes latched onto him immediately. He had given both him and cain a start, as neither had noticed him there. He gave a blink as the word truly registered in his head. What was that supposed to mean? He didn't know this man and his mother had never told him he had a father. He didn't know what this male even meant by the word truly. This guy had alot of scars, and his eyes looked over each one. Now those are awesome. He could hear the agreement from Cain, and he gave a small snicker at his wordless agreement. Finally something that shut Cain up! So all it took was a few scars and a giant of a man. He doubted it would work again but one could always hope. "Sorry but I think your mistaken sir. Mom never mentioned me having a dad, so I regret to inform you we- I mean I, don't have a dad." He mentally kicked himself as he slipped up and mentioned that there were more than just him here. He had quickly corrected himself though. He wasn't sure what others outside his mother and siblings would think of him being more than one on the inside. His ears pressed back thinking he had already messed up in meeting this man properly. He was admittedly a little embarrassed about this. 'Hey cant be that bad Bels, besides, if this guy really is your dad then he would have to learn sooner or later.' He gave a nod at his mental companion before looking back to the man and giving him a smile. "Names Bellum Ancora. Nice to meet you Mister......" he drew the last word out a little as he looked hoped to get a name from the man. Walk, "Bellum", 'Cain', 'Astaroth', 'Ba'al' Think |