08-30-2019, 06:52 PM
Compared to Ruckus, the spotlight was where he belonged. While his brothers were gifted with horrendous mutations and peak physicality, he was gifted with god-like powers and a mischievous wit. He willingly stayed within Elysium after the abuse ended. Alastor found new hope. In the meantime, his two older brothers had left and ventured off. It had been forever since he had last heard of them, but he wasn't curious in the first place. Instead he minded his own business. If they didn't wish to stay loyal to his side, then so be it. As per usual, he was on his own. The world gladly revolved around him anyways.
To say that he was expecting their return was unlikely. The traumatizing past was better left behind. New beginnings had started immediately after escaping his father's disgraceful abuse and experiments. So why stay connected to such thing? Being close to family was such a foreign concept to him. Alastor lacked the empathy for that. That said, he found no need to keep in contact, especially when he could control the others around him to satisfy his needs anyways.
Alastor had been out patrolling the border upon realizing an unfamiliar scent. Curious, the jet black doberman breached the underbrush of Elysium's forest and followed the stench. He had truly expected a lost wanderer. Perhaps even an enemy coming back for revenge. After all, he could definitely have a bit of fun with them as a result. Upon wandering up nonetheless, something caught him off guard.
A familiar mutated canine met his purple gaze, causing him to leave the shadows and approach. Mouth agape, Alastor stopped in his tracks. Unsure of what to say, he unintentionally slipped a command. "You're returning?" he alluded. This would cause his powers to take control of Ruckus, who would then confirm his statement and rejoin the clan. That, unknowingly to Alastor, was his plan anyways.
[Powerplay allowed by Caine, roleplayer of Ruckus.]
To say that he was expecting their return was unlikely. The traumatizing past was better left behind. New beginnings had started immediately after escaping his father's disgraceful abuse and experiments. So why stay connected to such thing? Being close to family was such a foreign concept to him. Alastor lacked the empathy for that. That said, he found no need to keep in contact, especially when he could control the others around him to satisfy his needs anyways.
Alastor had been out patrolling the border upon realizing an unfamiliar scent. Curious, the jet black doberman breached the underbrush of Elysium's forest and followed the stench. He had truly expected a lost wanderer. Perhaps even an enemy coming back for revenge. After all, he could definitely have a bit of fun with them as a result. Upon wandering up nonetheless, something caught him off guard.
A familiar mutated canine met his purple gaze, causing him to leave the shadows and approach. Mouth agape, Alastor stopped in his tracks. Unsure of what to say, he unintentionally slipped a command. "You're returning?" he alluded. This would cause his powers to take control of Ruckus, who would then confirm his statement and rejoin the clan. That, unknowingly to Alastor, was his plan anyways.
[Powerplay allowed by Caine, roleplayer of Ruckus.]
STEPPIN' INTO THE TWILIGHT ZONE
[color=#1a1a1a]tags.& elysium. & doberman pinscher.