Posts by ELIAN

— Why wasn't he surprised. It was funny how quickly groups stated spite against the Ruins yet supported others that committed similar crimes. If the rumors were true, it was Video that caused Carni to lose her litter. Then again, the desert-dwelling group was significantly more known for aggression. Hell, it was good the groups were teaming up to target them! It meant they were causing true harm. Parting his jaws in a howl, Elian would tilt his chin up to the sky, as though welcoming the battle happening before him. Who was he going to target this time? Someone small to pick off and traumatize or something more challenging. This was comedic, clearly the Coven wanted to get squished like some nuisance bug. Where was Aphrodite? He couldn't see her among the crowd but surely she was lurking somewhere. Confident strides as he swerved around zoned out fighters, the brute would whisper beneath his breath almost hauntingly. "Here kitty, kitty."

// closed to capture / large injuries

> uses fire elemental pretty heavily

> please @ when attacking

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— The wolf had watched Castor squirm beside him, seemingly struggling with finding the internal strength necessary to shout across the loud currents. Would he be able to do it? So much time had passed that Elian started doubting, his usual frown contorting into an even deeper one. He'd say nothing to the hybrid, only wait silently and hope something would eventually happen. In the end, it was a good thing he stuck through the awkward nothingness. The beast found his voice. Maybe that was even an understatement. Castor's roar was thunderous, stretching across the dunes and easily through the distant camp. His own ears were ringing, peeling back in a futile attempt to muffle the sound. Holy fuck. He was hoping for results but he wasn't anticipating that! Tips of his fur singed from the fire that shot from the large feline seated beside him, Elian stood there dumbfounded for a couple moments before coughing a laugh of surprise. He'd regain his composure by shifting his paws and straightening his posture, clearing his throat and glancing around to all those that gathered. Fire manipulation was a wondrous elemental, he would know, so he almost felt relieved seeing Castor shared the skill. "I guess you're not the cowardly lion I thought. You killed him." He'd gesture toward the lit cactus across the bank. "Keep that strength. This just proved you have it."

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— The Red God was .. well, something else. Religion was a difficult subject for Elian to grasp for multiple reasons. He supposed he believed in Him, he was the one to promote him to leadership after all. Or at least, someone proclaiming to be the Red God promoted him. Whether that obsidian lion coated in shadows was the real deal or not, he still wasn't sure. He liked to think that the Red God was real, purely because that meant his killings would be excusable in some after life. Maybe he didn't care, he still wasn't sure. Nose twitching, the wolf's blue eyes would etch over the bone that Lysias carved. It was a popular hobby in the Ruins, one which Bloodpoppy pretty much started the recent trend of. Some of the designs were beautiful and he liked to shove them around his pyramid, so he couldn't really frown upon the pass-time much. Catching sight of the empty space in the middle, the wolf would gesture toward it with a paw. "Missed a spot." He was great at pointing out the obvious.

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— Damn, that was quicker than he expected. Capturing someone from a former home, especially a child, was definitely a great way to sever ties and ensure there was no way of returning to them. "You're right. A deal is a deal." The wolf doubted the raptor would respect him entirely, at least not anytime soon, but neither did Velveteen and she was already a second tier. There was a boundary with attitude but so long as neither of them stepped over that delicate line, he could careless how they actually thought about him. They were good Ruiners, or at least had the potential to be, even if they were also a little snippy verbally. The mutated King would rake his sights over the two-headed youth with a snort, wicked grin fashioning along his scarred maw. She was young but that didn't matter to Elian, it was just an added detail that would piss off the Exiles. As far as he was concerned, the canyon-group deserved to have all their members taken from them. They had once perched upon his borders and demanded he bow down, pfft, who'd be bowing now?

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— Having sighted the slouched fellow in the distance, Elian would trail after Castor to investigate. This desert was good at consuming lives, the endless dunes and repeating terrain easily playing tricks on the untrained eye. It took a few weeks to adapt to the territory without getting lost, some needed longer. The landscape was often miserable, it was blistering hot beneath the sun and freezing cold beneath the moon. It was ruthless and unforgiving, the perfect landscape for a gang of equally hostile creatures. Casually stretching his legs with each step, the blue-tinted brute would come to a halt beside the gentle lion. "You're trespassing." His dilute eyes would narrow, etching over the unfamiliar male with a small huff. He didn't seem very threatening, just sitting there and waiting. Was he waiting for them? Waiting for death? Well, he found them, he might have found both depending on how his answers continued. His nails would curl into the sediment, enjoying the warmth of the grain as it seeped through his blistered toes.

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— It appeared that both of the recently converted Ruiners were having a go at bringing in enemies. He knew that some of his clanmates were a bit hesitant to allow a former Exiler among their ranks so quickly, but the wolf saw no problem with doing so. Perhaps this was very foolish of him considering he also threw a huge fit whenever someone betrayed the Ruins, but he'd pay no attention to that little detail. So far, Eze and Vel appeared to fitting in and contributing plenty. The Shadow Veil had been an enemy ever since the Red God descended from the skies, yet it wasn't often one of their members was forced back to their camp. Perhaps some of his clanmates still wished their alliance stood and that's why they avoided targeting them but Elian had no plans in reconciling their once seemingly unbreakable bond. The group looked down on them, they always had, and were hypocritical in their actions. They broke off the alliance because they wanted to, not because it was that necessary, and the request for neutrality was simply to keep them safe from raids. The brute wouldn't have any of that, friend or foe, his world was always back and white. Nose twitching, his eyes would scour the lupine captive judgmentally. He was mouthy and putting up a fight but the King wouldn't intervene, Velveteen could fend for herself. Whatever words the celestial punk had, he was confident the maned wolf would have something significantly more annoying.

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— While Elian wasn't a huge fan of games, he did like the information that was often revealed from them. There was no denying that the grouchy King was a very, very nosy. Not to mention, Elian was an asshole. He liked to know everything about everyone. It wasn't because he actually cared about them, he merely liked having leverage to use against them for blackmail if necessary. Better yet, he liked to know whether or not someone was at risk of betraying the Ruins. It was for that opportunity of juicy details alone that the mutated lupine would participate today. He'd take a seat between Castor and Velveteen, silently wondering if a game with a kid would be all that exciting anyway. Would it be a waste of time? Possibly, but for now he'd stick it out. It wasn't like he had anything better to do right now anyway, it was too hot for a long patrol and his stomach was still full from his last hunt. "Alright kid, truth or dare?" There wasn't a huge crowd yet but they might as well begin.

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— So he was right, this was one of Orville's brothers and therefore another son of Evangeline. Had the Regent revealed news of her pregnancy to her newly returned family? Probably, the entire group was gossiping about the highly-awaited litter, after all. Clearing his throat, the dilute toned lupine would step aside, gesturing for the wildcat to step beyond the borders and journey toward camp. Elian figured he'd appreciate getting away from the fly-infested corpses. "Joined just a few days ago." From Nadine's kids, to Jace's kids, to Evangeline's kids, there was always a heavy presence of various families within the Ruins. For the most part, he didn't really care. It just meant there were a lot of future soldiers and a lot of potential faces that would one day want to come home. He never really got along with his siblings though, he secretly hoped they would stay gone. At least his own kids were pretty easy to manage, for now anyway. "I'm Elian. Welcome." He was never one for fancy introductions, just sweet and to the point. That being said, he would take a marshmallow. He'd extend out a paw to Cleo, silently accepting the offer.

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— Of course he was prideful that his precious princess managed to rope in a dumb Solarian. Was this her first? He'd briefly rattle his brain for confirmation before the voice of Vukasin snagged his attention. What was that? Immediately, those fatherly instincts flared up and he found himself glowering, teeth visible as a snarl rumbled from between his jaws. He'd waste no time, stepping closer to the omega and snapping a few words of warning his direction. "Fuck off. Your tongue moves again and I remove of it." Where was Carni today, she needed to keep her little toy under control or he'd find ways to do it himself. Even young (but also dangerous) Junko was throwing threats toward the nuisance lupurca. Ruining this wondrous moment for his little Wendy, Vuka was getting off pretty dang lucky.

He'd force his bristled fur to relax, turning back to Wendy and her little hybrid toy. Elian found it somewhat ironic that he had captured Kirsche's mother just a few weeks back, and now it was his daughter reeling in her son. Sometimes the world worked in nearly comedic coincidences. Well, at least he found it funny. "Good job. Don't let your guard down around him, Solarians are part rat, sneaky and gross." He referred to all captives as rats, but that was beside the point right now.

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— This was .. staged. Lola had run away to join the Kingdom before, back when she faked her own death, but this? This wasn't real. Even if their relationship had come to an end, their kids kids were here, her kids were here. Abandoning her responsibilities and her family, it didn't sound like the Lola he knew. Then again, recent events kind of proved that he never knew Lola as well as he once believed. The brute's ears would flatten back against his skull, ebony nails curling through the warm sediment. He was both disgusted and enraged, judgmental eyes raking over his ex-wife. Perhaps this was his fault for calling off their relationship but at least he didn't leave. His muzzle would wrinkle, growl rumbling from his throat as he spat at the newly joined Solarian's paws. "Traitor. Traitor! Look at the pain you caused!" He'd fling a paw out toward Angel and Mary, "You're more like us than you want to believe. You're not better, Bellona. You're just a coward!" Fleeing from a tough situation, just like Billie had, he should have predicted this sooner. The two were always pretty close, after all. He could feel the anger spiraling, he was losing it, all the other voices and figures completely absent from his acknowledgment. "GET OUT." Turning to Gwendolyn, the angry father would aim to shove his daughter away from the hybrid and then try to toss the young kitten across the borders. "NOW!" This was his land and these were his kids now. He needed them gone, he needed her gone.

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— How could he possibly turn away the opportunity to fight the former Regent? He'd lick his chops, already craving that tantalizing taste of metallic blood. His eyes gleamed with the wickedness that festered in his bitter heart, lips peeled back and ready to snap out at anything within reachable distance. The canine that spited him for hurting children was the same canine that once threatened him and questioned his capabilities when mentoring her daughter, Ver-Fucking-Million. He always took pleasure in their fights, secretly hoping that one day he'd make it her last. "Aw, Ver. Is that a gray hair I'm seeing?" He wasn't as verbally viscous as he used to be but he'd play it up for a little taunting. The wolf could see a shadow above him, indicating that someone had take flight during the battle, but Elian wasn't about to shift his gaze away from the Million queen. That would be foolish, asking for death, although it would also show a comedic comfortableness too. Eventually, he couldn't resist the temptation, gaze swiveling up toward the soaring hybrid with a light smirk for just a quick second. What could he say, he liked living on the edge. It was good to see the cowardly beast participating anyway. Lucky for him, Ver hadn't exactly made her presence hidden. He'd lunge forward in a mirrored movement, willing to take a little teeth again if it meant a chance at landing his own bite.

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— As the conversations progressed, Elian found himself more and more confused by the words leaving the stranger's mouth. He wanted to join the Ruins and be hurt by Ruiners? That was interesting, definitely something he hadn't really heard of before. Naomi was a bit weird with stuff like that but he couldn't remember her introduction being so straightforward and well, unique. Elian liked the weirdos that often raised brows, he found them entertaining to watch and often times they were just as valuable fighting-wise, just more.. mentally unstable. "Welcome to the Ruins then." He'd ignore the giggles and other strange behaviors seeping away from the newcomer, a joiner was a joiner. Wouldn't even put up a fight, unless they wanted him too? Was this guy into some weird stuff or what?! If he stumbled upon this guy chomping down on a cactus, that might turn his welcoming attitude into a different one, however. Herbs were scarce in the desert, he didn't want to be healing members that were intentionally inflicting their own harm. "I'm Elian." For now, Vomitdoll was safe to hurt himself across these sands as much as his little heart desired.

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// i think so!

— At least the kids still seemed alright, he supposed. As Lola entered, his empty eyes would naturally move to her. Hmm, where did they even start? It just wasn't working out, there wasn't hard feelings, at least he didn't think. He was a little bit bitter of her recently uncovered secret but relationships formed and ended all the time, marriages ended. What Lola thought of him was a mystery, for once the kind he wished to never uncover. He just didn't know her very well, and that was eye opening. Not much about her childhood or her favorite hobbies, Lola was just blanketed in a mist of unknown. So was he, he couldn't remember telling the female much about his past either. He'd snap away from his thoughts, blue eyes glancing over at his kids as they lightly prodded each other verbally and discussed the meal. Oddly enough, Elian wasn't very hungry in this exact moment. He doubted they would be either pretty soon. "So uh, kids..." He'd look toward his now ex-wife, wondering if she wanted to spill the big bad news. "Your mother and I are separating."

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— The wolf would snarl at the pain from the kitten's teeth catching onto his toe. Thankfully, his pads were well calloused from constant contact with the hot sands and therefore those piranha fangs didn't sink too deep. He'd apologize for taking away little Wendy's precious find later, for now he simply wanted these horrendous beasts to leave. He'd snap at the air, noisy growl still rumbling in his throat. His attention was on Lola, it always was, but these eyes were not the filled with the respect and adoration they once were. "Traitor for leaving a marriage that wasn't working? Pfft. Grow up Lola. I didn't leave the kids. I didn't join forces with an enemy." His voice was laced with venom, he wanted to hurt her. "You were there for me but I didn't ask you to be. Or were you? It was always very, very clear what you truly thought. Saying I needed help and I was fixable, you weren't supportive, you were tolerable. Everyone new what you were really thinking! You would have sided with Billie any day if she ever came back." He'd scoff, nose wrinkling as he looked around at their children gathered. "I'm not the one leaving, you are!" He'd watch her turn to leave, ears pressed against his skull and fur bristled. What a fucking nightmare. He'd sink his nails into the desert sand before glancing back at Wendy, Angel, and Kyoko once more. Ugh. He could see by their expressions on their little faces that none of this was good. He'd aim to softly nose Wendy apologetically, exhaling a tired sigh. "Is anyone .. hungry?" He really didn't know what to do in this situation.

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— Elian was a bit late to approach, having stumbled across young Cleo pretty much accidentally. The fresh scent of the Cartel wafted heavily from her purple-hued pelt, making him frown lightly. He was beginning to grow more tolerable of the distant business-oriented group, although stubbornness alone made him somewhat reluctant to admit such verbally. Hearing Asimov being called 'papa' by someone occupying the Ruins was just .. strange. He'd adjust, he was adjusting, it just wasn't easy for someone like Elian who was often so set in his beliefs. "What could Asimov possibly want to give to me?" Hopefully it was alcohol. It didn't take long for his gaze to travel to the brown bottle the little female was hauling, the cravings already taunting him. He'd quirk a figurative brow in questioning, wanting to be sure. Cookies were also pretty delicious, although he'd let the rest indulge in the sweets today. Angel seemed to like them, maybe. He'd allow his ears to brush against his horns, swiveled back briefly. The sun was making its way up toward the distant skies where it would soon reach the top, meaning it was hot as hell again. The tips of his ears were prone to burning and an occasional flicker seemed to help temporarily dispel the warmth of the forming burns.

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— Aloka was an .. interesting fellow. Then again, so was Castor. Hell, it seemed that everyone in the Ruins had some unique quirkiness about them. Elian wasn't yet sure whether or not he was a believer in Aloka's little number-calling game. It felt a little far-fetched, right? There was no way a creature could predict the exact day of someone's death. Death just felt so .. up in the air, random, how could you predict something so.. unpredictable? Of course you could increase your odds. Jumping from a cliff, yeah you were asking for it. Charging into battle against a bear? Yeah, same idea, you were intentionally facing something that had a likelihood of annihilating you. But just by random events of the day? The wolf would press his leathery lips in thought, shaking the idea almost forcefully. No, it was ridiculous! Yet as he heard Castor's number drop down to zero, Elian couldn't help but tune in to observe. "Zero?" He liked Castor, truly, but it appeared that he was going to be the guinea pig of Aloka's accuracy today. If Castor truly had reached zero, theoretically he should be dead by the end of today. Meaning, he could just follow the liger around all day and wait for it to happen. Perhaps that was a bit grotesque but give the lupine a break, he was genuinely curious. If Aloka was right, then he would just have to pay a lot more attention to the rambling of numbers the feline often spewed. If he was wrong, well, he could ignore the plethora of words mentioned every day.

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— While Elian normally wasn't very enthused by games, he supposed a race in the morning was good to get the muscles moving. Besides, he needed to keep that stamina high in order to not tire out too quickly in battles. Breathing in all the desert sand often burned the lungs and exhausted fighters quickly, it was important to keep training continuously to stay strong. So, with that thought in mind, the wolf had made the journey toward the Nile early that morning. His paws were calloused and blistered from the years of trekking across the rough terrain. Ground down by the fine sediment and hot pebbles, he liked to think he'd adapted to the desert the best anyone (or rather, any wolf) could. Rolling his shoulders back in a small stretch, the grouchy King would settle beside the crimson waters without a word. Lately, he'd felt angry. With his relationship with Lola coming to an end and her decision to leave the Ruins entirely, he truthfully felt a tad lost and even a bit confused. Even if his love for the lionesses faded, she'd still been a rather large portion of his life for nearly a year. It would take him time to learn how to be a proper father, now that he was the only parent around, as well as remember the type of monstrous beast he was before her company. Extending his front paws out in another, casual stretch, Elian waited to see who else would participate today. Whatever the case, someone needed to get that prisoner back behind bars anyway.

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— While he agreed in letting Velveteen stay among their ranks, the lupine still wasn't very trusting of the former Exiler. She did her duties and that kept her safe from much backlash, but her attitude was annoying and often irked the short-tempered King. He strongly believed that she still needed to be watched for the time being, further ensure she wasn't just filling the role as some Exiles spy. He felt similarly about Eze too, both seemed quite attached to each other and somehow, that made him question where their loyalties truly laid. If one left, would the other simply follow? For now, that wasn't a problem he needed to deal with, thankfully. The wolf would instead decide to approach and investigate the other canid's work. The nice swirls on the bone weapon was alluring, although that was more-so Zach's thing. He still had his sword gifted to him by the feline, he was simply waiting to test it out once or twice before swinging it into battle. Coming to stand a bit awkwardly beside Angel, the King would glance over his similarly looking son with a soft frown. He should talk to him. He should talk to all of his pups. It just .. wasn't the right time. Not yet. "Do you want a dagger?' He'd speak quietly, attempting to gently nudge the younger wolf in a friendly way.

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— Being a single parent wasn't easy, especially when he wasn't a very exemplary father to begin with. He did what he could, he kept the bills paid and provided support when he deemed it was necessary, but it didn't take much observing to realize that Elian wasn't exactly cut out for parenting to begin with. For the most part, his kids were allowed to do whatever the hell they wanted. Their curfew was essentially not existent, very poor decision given their age, but so long as he saw them once a day, he saw no reason to fret. They were smart kids and sometimes a bad experience with something was plenty enough to whoop them into understanding right from wrong. Besides, Angel was around from time to time, so was Mary-Ann. Hell, they were probably better babysitters than he'd ever be. Or were they?

It was the scream that snapped him away from his work. With Lola being gone and more financial burden being rested on his shoulders, some of his methods of business were .. less than legal. He'd shove a few baggies of mystery content into his desk drawer, turning the little lock to ensure that none of his curious children would decide to go through daddy's toxic belongings. Why, why did ever think that bringing kids into the world so young was such a splendid idea? Ugh, love was blinding.

"Wendy, Wendy!" His voice was light as he maneuvered around the kitchen island. He hated crying. Unfortunately, he had to get used to it pretty quickly when he had four moody toddlers running around just a few years prior. Well, more than a few years now but the point still stood. "What happened?" He really couldn't understand why the kid would decide to put her hand in the freezer, it didn't quite dawn on the man that his poor daughter burned herself. Maybe she just .. couldn't reach something? He'd peer into the freezer, grabbing a pint of ice cream and showing it to her. "Is this what you're after?" Probably not the best treat to eat before dinner, but anything to make her stop crying.

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— It was difficult to ignore the traces of sadness in his son's expression. Even if he didn't exactly understand them, he could see that they were there. Back before his relationship with Lola, Elian wasn't capable of comprehending most emotions. Sadness, guilt, embarrassment, they were all pesky moods absent from his spectrum of feelings. It was only when they endured their near death experience together that their souls briefly intertwined and those colorful emotions became unlocked. Now, now he almost wished for them to go away. It was one thing when he was younger, peering down at his reflection and trying to contort his face to match the expressions he observed in others. Actually feeling them, however .. it felt both wondrous and horrible at the same time. Being ignorant was simple, even if from time to time it limited his opportunities and pained him. Now he felt stuck, like he couldn't go back. Looking at others and the pain in their eyes, he wished he didn't have to understand. Normally, he was still capable of shrugging it aside and pretending like it wasn't there. Other times, like with his pups, he felt forced into coming up with a solution for their aches. Unfortunately for Elian, that also was very challenging. How did a monster who wished for world domination and little else step down from his pedestal to help a depressed youth? How did someone who craved the taste of blood and murder turn away from an opportunity for nothing more than the sake of being merciful? He cared for his pups, he loved them, but he still prioritized his mindset above all else. If they fled for a proclan group, he'd hunt them down, just as he'd tried to do with his own littermate years ago. He was a monster. A fiend. Yet looking at his son now, there was softness in his blue eyes.

"I have something for you. I'll drop it by later." He'd need to think of something. He didn't have a gift already thought out, as he was making the yearling believe, but he figured that maybe a gift of some sort would be appreciated nonetheless. He'd peer down at the corpse being pushed his direction, debating whether or not to take a little taste of Angel's kill. He wasn't overly hungry, he often struggled with keeping his gut filled. This wasn't because he was a poor hunter, merely because he found that stress and responsibilities often curbed his hunger and even made some items seem .. unappetizing. In the end, the blue-tinted lupine decided a few bites wouldn't hurt, might even make Angel feel more prideful in his work. Gazelle were quick, it wouldn't have been a super easy to take-down.

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