Nephilim loved and worshiped his brother and he would do anything at all that Messiah told him to do. He followed his older sibling faithfully. He didn't even spare a second thought as to whether or not he should do what was instructed of him. Messiah's words was law. And it was because of that that he had left behind the rest of their family in order to find this great clan of the fiercest warriors that he had been told to seek out. Or well, it was the two of them that were seeking it out. Their parents had spoken fondly of the place when they were around and Messiah had passed on the stories to Nephilim. It was like some sort of paradise, some sort of Heaven, that they were seeking out. It was the Promised Land that they sought out.

They had wandered hither and thither, Nephilim following after his eldest sibling with ease. Nephilim only knew the name of the place they were heading but little more than that. He trusted in his brother to take him to exactly where they needed to be. He figured that Messish knew exactly where they were going and so he felt no sort of unease in taking his sibling's direction.

The mangled looking male walked about on his fingers and toes, creeping along the ground that he was currently sniffing at. Expiation had taken place and the male with the fractured mind was set on seeking it out. He considered all bloodshed to end up being expiation, it was the only way he knew to explain it.

The male whined deep in his throat and glanced to his sibling. He knew they were close but he was having trouble pinpointing just where the scent was coming from. There wasn't a body that he could spot in the distance but he was fairly certain that was the direction that the scent of days old blood was coming from.

Nephy scuttled a few paces forward before stopping and scenting the area again. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, getting his bearings and picking out which way to go. His eyes were lying to him, or so he believed. It was because of this that he kept his eyes closed as he moved ahead and just followed his nose.

After a bit more scuttling about Nephilim ended up running face first into a stake. He yelped at the contact and quickly scrabbled his way backwards as he opened his eyes wide to take in what had assaulted him. Yes, he thought he had been assaulted rather than him having just simply walked into something. The male tilted his head and stared at the piece of wood for a long moment, seeming to wait for it to spring into action once again.

When the post didn't move the mauled male crept slowly forward once again. He sniffed at the offending object and realized that this was where the scent he had been tracking was coming from. His tail wagged excitedly as he realized he had found what he was after. He didn't realize it was Inferni but rather it was the metallic scent he had been tracking since he had first scented it.

He gaze slowly rose up the post to see a blood caked skull grinning down at him. Nephilim reached up feebly and batted at the skull to try and knock it off the pillar. He didn't seem to understand the proper use of hands and fingers. He refused to grasp things but sought to knock things over as if it was only a paw he possessed. Actually most of his movements were reminiscence of if he was in his Lupus form rather than his Optime one. Once he had the skull knocked to the ground he pulled it close to himself with the side of his hand. He laid upon the ground, settled on his knees and forearms with the skull settled between his hands that were flat on the ground.

The male growled as he set about cleaning the blood off the skull. He licked and gnawed on it as any canine would do with a bone. For now his quest was complete. He had found the blood and now he was sate on sating the hunger that had spurned on the hunt.

Please allow for Messiah to post next.

His brother's laughter was ignored as Nephilim had found himself a prize. It wouldn't be the first time that Messiah had laughed at him and it most certainly wasn't destined to be the last. It seemed that practically anything Nephilim did could cause his older brother to laugh at him. It was an amused laugh rather than a derisive one and so he knew that he was safe for now. His prize was to be his own rather than something stolen from him. It wasn't like the time that Messiah would steal things away from him. Of course those had been body parts with flesh still attached them, Nephilim's own flesh. The mangled male's wounds were caused by himself. It was why his limbs were wrapped in hide to prevent him from chewing on them.

Perhaps that was why he was left with the skull as the bloodied treasure was keeping him occupied and distracted him from tearing at the bindings to get to the healing flesh that was beneath them. Nephilim had already lost a toe, as well as the tip of his own tail, from his habits. Granted those had been lost during the trauma of his first shift. Nephilim had seen them as being misshapen and had freaked out and bit them off to get rid of the offending body parts. Those weren't like the other wounds that were caused when he was hungry. It was why he scuttled about and acted as if he still maintained his lupus form as his Optime form freaked him out. It was his broken mind's way of self preservation, fooling him into thinking he was something that he was not.

The male lifted his head at the sound of another's voice. He glanced down at the purloined item then up at his brother, watching for Messiah's reaction to know exactly what to do. Still he couldn't help to curl his body possessively over the found item. 'Mine.' His lips moved but the sound of the word refused to make itself known. Even though he hadn't put voice to the thought his body clearly showed it. Not only did Messiah act as a caretaker for him but also as an interpreter during these situations. Messiah always seemed to know exactly what he meant to convey when he was unable to do so for himself.

Nephilim kept a wary eye on the Infernian hybrid as he used his snout to nudge the skull along the ground, himself crawling behind it, to slip behind his elder brother. He was forcing Messiah to guard the stolen skull and himself. Nephilim peered at the unknown male through his sibling's legs for a long moment before he finally bumped his his against Messiah's leg in order to draw his brother's attention downwards. 'Not coyote.' Again sound refused to surface as he spoke. 'Not wolf.' Though the other male was both of these things in combination of another Nephilim was picking up on what the Infernian was made predominantly of, a trait inherited from his mother. No, this male was made up of something that Nephilim had no name for. He only knew of coyotes, which were holy, and wolves, which were evil, but had no experience with dogs or jackals. In his mind they simply didn't exist. There were only two kinds of canine and this clan male belonged to neither of them.

They aren't pure either, but certainly dominantly coyote as their parents wouldn't accept otherwise. Any pups that looked more wolf than coyote were culled at birth.

Nephilim whined as Messiah talked of putting his treasure back. He didn't want to give it up. It was his precious. He found it so he deserved to keep. Granted he didn't take into consideration that it hadn't been lost in the first place so it could never be truly found. Still, it hadn't been properly been taken care of in his opinion so that made it his as he was treating it as it was meant to be treated. This clearly wasn't the first skull that the barely adult male had licked clean. He had taken the spoils leftover from his brother's rituals. In his own way Nephilim was making the wolves part of him and therefore purifying them. It was more than just feeding a hunger, it was a holy thing.

Nephy looked up at his brother in obvious confusion. He didn't know what it meant to be a dog. 'Good or bad?' He questioned his sibling, trying to figure out the proper reaction to this sudden uncertainty. Nephilim seemed to have forgotten that it was this "dog" that barred the way from Inferni. He should have been considering how to impress said dog in order to gain entrance but instead he was looking to his brother to see if they were to attack or not. Or, in all actuality, if Messiah was going to be the one to attack or not.

Nephilim was once again glancing up to his older sibling as them having family here was mentioned. He chanced looking hopeful that their grandmother or great grandfather might have returned to these lands and that they would finally get to meet the legends that they were brought up on stories of. Or perhaps there would be one of a differing name that their mother had idolized. And so when a woman approached silently Nephilim ended up creeping forward, forgetting all about the skull. In fact he forget all about trespassing and borders. He only had hopeful eyes for the woman as he made his approach, crawling along awkwardly on fingers and toes. 'Halo?' He silently questioned the woman, lips moving but no sound being emitted. While their mother had not the blood of the great families she had been raised among them as if she was one of their own. In that sense Halo was spoken of as the grandmother from Symera's side.

He grinned as he looked back to his sibling, his mind clearly made up as to who this woman was. 'Messy. Halo.' What there was of his tail thumped against the ground happily. When looking at his brother he noted the skull on the ground. Nephilim was quick to go and retrieve it in order to bring it over to the woman to place at her feet. 'Expiation.' He grinned proudly up at the female, waiting for praise to be showered down upon him for a job well done.

Nephy is lucky of who his family is or no one would want him

Nephy nodded his head when Messiah declared this male to be good. He trusted his brother's judgment in these matters. If his brother said someone was okay then they were okay by Nephilim as well. He just went by whatever he was told by his brother. It was the only way that he knew how to function. His brother had always been the driving force in his life. It was his eldest brother rather than his parents that had taught him most of his life lessons. It was because of this that he always looked to his sibling for direction.

The mangy male whined excitedly and his rump wiggled. It was clear that he was taking his cue from Messiah. If his brother was excited over this prospect then so was he. Why should he not be? To the cautious observer it would be obvious that Nephilim took all of his cues from his brother.

Or at least most of them as it had been his choice to end up approaching the female and not a prompting of his sibling. But his excitement at whom he assumed this woman was ended up quickly quelled as she spoke her name. He hung his head low, chancing a glance at his brother and expecting to see mocking there when it was announced that this female wasn't Halo after all. No wonder he followed his brother's direction. This is what happened when he did not.

'Where Halo?' He mouthed the words to the woman first before repeating them once again for his brother's benefit, looking in Messiah's direction. 'Where Halo?' He frowned when it was asked if he spoke. The question wasn't directed at him but to Messiah instead. 'I am speaking!' His voice sounded shrill in his own head even though a sound still wasn't produced from between his lips. 'Tell her I am speaking!' He demanded of his brother.

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